Sunday, May 15, 2011

Sunday, 3 a.m.

The sky sobs and the wind weeps
and I join them.
a weeping rage wracking my heart
torn between sobs and screams
dashed illusions and shattered dreams,
or is that dashed dreams and shattered illusions?

Insomnia, my new lover, is sleeping soundly
with a disrythmic snoring
masking the cries that shake my bones
my muffled what ifs, maybes and perhaps's galore
he just snores.

I am alone to mend.
Well, me and the Sky and Wind
Ah wait -- who's that sighing?

Even the Man in the Moon is crying.