4 am insomnia
the cherry of my cigarette
lies bright like a piece of soul
under the sky that is an ocean
just waiting to fall
the clouds roll lazily by
briefly blanketing the stars
smeared across the sky
like divine fingerprints
this night is cotton swabs
on lives left behind
chapters as yet unfinished in
books as yet to be written
how long it has been
since i paid attention
to the images my eyes
are shyly showing my mind
there s a space for me
in the lining of the sky
its just waiting for the day –
light
copyright JANEisnotplain 4.08
after awakening from the usual nightmare
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