Insomnia

The night moved on;
Thoughts preyed on my mind,
And my heart ached with longing.

The rusty screech conspired in my ears,
The ticklish swirl of hair against my neck;
The night air explored my senses,
While the yellow ochre gleamed at me.

My eyes bespoke a strained tale,
Like a cliched adage,
Glorified, silenced, frozen.
Seeking comfort in the darkness:
The darkness which clouded my vision;
Clinging hard to the lifeless pillow,
Which absorbed the trembles of my bosom;
I could feel my eyes getting moist,
As i gave in to the upsurge;
And the dry stillness that came over,
When the thoughts sank in.
Moments froze away, and
The turbulence subsided.

I fear myself, the emotional barbs
That prick me tough, in an impulse;
The undertone of evasion,
Everytime i let loose;
The love for non-committance,
That breaks any string attached;
The pangs of repentance and guilt
That dies, before my sanity comes alive;
The fickle and flighty air
That takes me on a ride;
The sinner that runs down
Any hurdle in the stride;
The pain of loneliness, in
The mirth of solitude.