toss and turn. clammy sheets. trembling hands and frigid feet. creatures of the wildest kind existing only in the mind, hovering neither here nor there; trudging through with weighty cares. I know not if they’re bad or good or simply the misunderstood.
they call, I come. they chase, I run. they seem as friends but quickly lend a mocking to my misery. yet when they call each night, I’ll go, afraid of where they’re leading me. they speak of all that’s terrible beyond the dusky shore of sleep.
*originally written on Aug 16, 2012 and recently published in the poetry anthology Ground Zero by Nicholas Gagnier of Retcon Poet
I am so ridiculously thrilled to announce that the poetry anthology Ground Zero by Nicholas Gagnier is now available to order on Amazon.com. Much thanks to Nicholas Gagnier and Retcon Poet for allowing me to be a contributor. All proceeds are benefiting charities specializing in mental health. Pick up your copy at Amazon.com (if you’re into this kind of thing).