I can’t sleep
there is a light behind my eyes
a naked bulb
I can’t switch off,
my thoughts are drawn to it
like moths.
I fumble for the switch
it’s not there
the whirling and bashing goes on;
a smell like singed hair
it’s painful to watch,
but I can’t look away.
I want to drift into the dark,
slide into sleep.
Like me, those thoughts
must need
release, relief and peace,
but they are snared.
They should be dreams by now:
light-winged and delicate
drifting through my mind
like powdered air, but there is a light behind my eyes
and I am transfixed by its glare,
so I can’t sleep. I just can’t sleep.