Insomnia

 In the aches of a lingering night,

under a darkened silver sky,

trembling in threats of rain

in caress of thunder lights 

far across a bed so wide so void, 

my skin aches for a touch, 

so soothed so sound.

Lone alone I stand,

betwixt jumbled alleys 

of insanity & sobriety

in a night so silent so dark, 

anchors my claustrophobia 

gnarled in a midget room -

left for wandering 

lone alone I wonder,

how fast I got used,

to being loved by you.

Drowning alone along,

a pool of tears I menstruate

you notice me not,

neither the coerced woes

of a soul, nested deep,

the abyss of a heart, 

yet to be torn apart - 

so sombre,

yet to fade along with the night.

See how quickly prickly,

hairs of my skin have turned

"waggumbulizi ky'aba nakyo"

how be you here, yet so far away?

notice me my love! let me not-

drift along with this wilt-

hold me so tight,

for I may be able not,

to make it through this night.

november (the black poet)

*Woes of a sombre heart*

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