Yet another sleepless night
Complete with endless tossing and turning
While my nose oozes rivers like the puss of my life
And the past runs circles around my head
I lie, still on my bed
Curled up like a hedgehog in defense.
So tired, yet so awake
While my mind moves into overdrive
Thinking about times gone by
Times I'd rather forget
Times that are tattooed onto my brain.
All these sour memories
Twisting, turning, flailing and spinning like whirlpools that suck me in
Clouding over me, waiting to pour rain upon my soul once more
Eating me away like the spider eats the trapped fly
Ripping my soul in two, each side of me they pull and pull.
Yet another sleepless night
Turning and tossing for what seems like an eternity
And the river ices over slowly
Waiting patiently to defrost and reform once again
Then the past loosens itself from my scull and I do a cup of tea
Waiting for the next time.
