Mirror Of The Insomniac Poem by chris argumenti

none of the pills have an effect anymore
for the eyes remain open, bloodshot, and sore
im no longer able to sleep, no longer able to dream
no longer able to feel, no longer able to scream

silently i stare at the clock and watch time inch by
i turn to the mirror and the shatter it for the refelction harms my eyes
the peices fly through the air and smash upon the ground
as i look down i am terrified for now hundreds of faces are around

the face is mine, so haunting and cold
it shows the pain inside me that only i know
suddenly i become enraged and grab a peice and slice and bleed
then i wonder if this is reality or merely a dream

i soon flash back to the mirror and how it shattered like my dreams
it like this was ment to happen, or so it seems
i stare at my wound, questioning how long my strenght will stay
but as the blood starts to stain my hand i feel consciousness slip away


in my last moments i finaly see
throughout my whole life my worst enemy was actualy me
i feel complete now that i finaly
but im still fadeing and its time to let go
-chris argumenti