Sleepless midnight poems (Session 39)

“Have you ever
laid
on your bed,
trying to
breathe away
the battle
between the
stiffness
and the
rage,
from the tip
of your toes
and going up?

Lay on your
stomach,
muffle a
scream
against 
the pillow.
No, don’t
bang your
head
against the
wall.

Talk yourself
out of
your mind.
Easy, right?
Easier than
pushing a
building out
of its place,
right?
There’s no
room for
sarcasm,
go away.

Oh, too late,
isn’t it?
What’s that?

Oh, there,
an image
so scary you
might as well
have stopped
breathing.
What’s that?
Easy, that’s
your heart.
What,
does the beating
go too fast?
Well, too bad.

Oh, sorry,
you want
to sleep?
That’s a 
marvelous
joke.

I always win.”

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