Insomnia of Love’s Hurt

Black eyed stare
Pupil dilated to the full
Liquid darkness with endless depth
My eyes staring at me
This half light
This fake night
Illusion holds
The tawny flecks in hazel sheaths
Hidden in the gloom
Staring calmly
Rage canceled
Emotion muted
This numbness I love
This mask of self content
Moving through treacle
Course set and bound
Buffered cradle of mind
Something is crazed

Posted: Thursday, October 16th, 2014 @ 6:44 pm
Categories: Poems.
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