Nightmares

Insomnia,
leave me to nightmares.
I think I've taken
all I can bear.

I'll stick the headphones in my ears,
Maybe the truth won't sink in,
if the truth of it,
I cannot hear.

I am living in the moment,
if living dead counts.

Life is a concrete floor,
at which I am repeatedly thrown.

I wish that me,
this life would just condone.

Bouncing back is different,
than just staying in the sky.

So, gravity work your magic,

Maybe I'll stay glued to the floor,

leaving you and I

with our thoughts

to question why.

I don't want to stand
on these shaky feet again.

I don't trust them,
or the fragile balance
they can b-a-r-e-l-y sustain.

I'll do my best
not to seem weak.
That way I'm not asking
to be knocked off my feet.

So, when you find me,
please don't leave me on the floor,
like you did,
so many times before.

The nightmares have taken
anything I had left.
I can't catch my balance,
or my breath.