Insomnia Is An Emotional Author Poem by Anemone Flynn

Compose a melody,
Then add some harmony -
Suddenly you've caught me; I'm listening.
You spoke of my soul
You contained the whole
Pieces of broken glass glistening.

A word can become
A meaningless hum
To whom do my actions give glory?
The song in my heart
Is only a part
A cliche in place of a story.

To live is to cry
And yet souls can fly.
It's not quite the end of the world.
There's color on earth
Of emotion no dearth.
Bloss'ming expression not unfurled.

2007 Idaho