insomniac poetry

Name it.

Name a typical

Nightmare.

Mom asked me-

Are you okay?

Tears stroll down

The forest Everglades

Which

I in fact

Refer to

As my face.

I’m okay mom.

They ask me if I’m okay.

But in all honesty

I’m only fine.

I’m the tip of

An iceberg dangling

From fear of cliffs.

I’m tired.

I’m angry.

I feel not so okay.

I’m mad.

Or whatchamacallit

Annoyed.

I say I’m okay

And by okay

I mean I’m-

Fine

But everybody knows

Fine means dying.

I’m desperate.

The love of my

Life thinks

A world alone is by

Far a better life.

He lies peacefully

While I yearn

Not to feel.

Tormented-Conflicted-Descended

By the travesties of

Mankind

That lay in

My precious little

Mind.

Forget what I said

It’s only a nightmare

Featuring

the dearest an “ok.”