Clenched gatherings of black leathery wings
agitating against my breast
snittering and brushing close
As night stretches itself
against my squeezed eyelids
held inviolate against the
admisson of wakefulness
Lest it unravel me, give form
to the strobing thoughts illumunating
the bones of my mind.
Garish in their nakedness
and vulnerability
Made flesh
Dawn seeps into being bringing respite
and red eyes.
I like what you did here, and the strobe effect also makes me think of the way life grinds us down, one bright light, one missile at a time, the sticks stones and arrows of daily life, until we're completely worn down, red eyed..nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strobe insomnia , wow! ! !