insomnia – bernard barnes . artist . writer

That Which Takes the Dark

4 a.m., and sleep seemed a thing impossible. The mottled face of the ceiling was like that of the moon, pale and barren, and offering nothing. His eyes moved to the orange strip of street-lamp glow cast across the bedroom wall by the window. He watched the steam from the sewer drains wash and danceContinue reading “That Which Takes the Dark”

insomniac’s hell

never-ending drowsy limbo keeps me where I be sweetened kiss of sunlight shows me what I ought to see hazey state of empty sleep now holds me where I lay I find it hard to keep in states that I would like to stay shedding skin and breaking bones, scars laid in the past twistingContinue reading “insomniac’s hell”

broken mirror

shattered glass reflects the lies scar-riddled flesh recalls the pain eyes wide – sleepless night dark flight of horsemen disturbing the sky cruel fate disguising the truth shadowy visage of past no remorse, carnal sin she waits for the angel of the night

bachelor blanket

routine’s a warm blanket that hasn’t been washed in months providing comfort at the end of the day but sticking to my skin as I see the stains of nights past no sleep as I kick, toss, throw and roll stare at the digital clock, the sky growing light making resolutions for tomorrow which seemsContinue reading “bachelor blanket”