Well-Known Corners of the People
Too Quiet To Sleep
Too quiet to sleep, the night is warm.
Darkness wraps like a burial shroud,
my body peeling away from the sheets.
Too quiet to sleep, the air is thick.
Rise and fall of every breath, choking
with fragments of loneliness.
Too quiet to sleep, the world is still.
Yet memories appear and disappear
like restless dreams.
Too quiet to sleep, the mind is wild.
Frenetic thoughts reverberating,
quick and unceasing.
Too quiet to sleep, the hum is incessant.
Peals of desperation ring deep as I toss,
too sad to cry.