Most nights
I can’t sleep
I’m not mad about it
I’m not sad about it
I’m just…
awake
and while I find
myself undead
within the shadows
of this bed
the theater
of my conscious mind
crafts stories
that I find divine
where faces
so familiar
whisper worlds
that were never true
and I slip into
madness
because in madness
I am here
with you
you say to me
that I am yours
in this world
of in between
you say to me
that all this pain
was truly
just a dream
I feel
my arms
around you
holding tightly
never letting go
but then
the room
illuminates
in darkness
that I too well know
I open my eyes
you are not there
I open my arms
you are not there
I check my phone
you are not there
there is only
your silence
and so
again
I try to sleep
held in a dream
I’ll not defeat
between
the truth
and madness…