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INSOMNIA

BY SIERRA JOHNSON

I realize,
That I've always been dreaming;
Dark eyes cloud over simplistic harmonies that-
Dance and buckle along the window

Frame.
I realize then that lips press firm lines
Against mahogany halls,

Locking too deeply into hitching
thoughts and forgotten limericks.

Brain shudders at the idea of rest, though
always sleeping,

Worn-heavy, pushing and pulling;
buffering between nocturne and harmful

soliloquies that whisper tauntingly at a throat.
I'm sleeping, in a constant cycle of pretend
Fixations
And delusions of reverence.

I've realized; however, that I'm lost somewhere,
Biting time and unaware,

Lucid and bound.
There's a warmth sometimes,

beckoning me back to the surface,
My problem is waking up.