The Whisperers

What it feels like to have insomnia.

Nothing seems      real

It's like I'm f a l l i n g downdowndown 

kicked back off a chair and just as I'm about to hit the deck 

I get pulled back up

It's a force I cannot control

Black eyes, remind me of death. It is coming,  approa c h i n g slowly now

don't move

 

I t will find you 

 

The voices, not inside my head exactly but no where else either 

they whisper

soft so that I think they are not really there. but they are.

Always.

 

don't you tell me everything is oko

I know that DON'T YOU THINK.

I'm tired of this now

 

 

just

       let

            me

                   fall. 

The End

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