I’m an insomniac
Tormented by this reality,
where innocent smiles are nothing but façades of murderous grins.
Old enough to not be scared
Yet still I am afraid of bed time stories,
For they turn out to be nightmares.
And the lullaby’s you hear sounds like an episode of beetle juice lost in auto tunes,
A remake of Beethoven’s Scary masquerade.
Tired of these Insomnia’s
I really need to get some rest.
But,how can I sleep knowing that I will be waking up to the horrific news
Of lifeless bodies laying in the streets,
Be it close or in some remote location
I have yet to discover.
I never believed in fairy tales
Given the trajectory of the times I wish I had,
This may seem girly but I wish
I was Alice in wonderland or perhaps Dorothy in the wizard of Oz.
A click of my heels would take me to an utopian home
As chaotic as things are I have to deal with this mentally derange zone,
A zone where everyone is suffering from some kind of sleepless hypnosis.
As madness and lawlessness roam free
Sporting faces of glee.
© Xavier J. Frazer 2016
"X" Marks The Spot 
Insomnia used to plague me…cutting down my intake of coffee helped. Still, external influences, like the negative energy of others, can make it flare up without warning.
Great post – I feel you.
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Glad to know that you could relate. That’s a new piece but it’s not part of the collection that I just published. If your interested in getting a copy you can get it at Amazon.com, ‘Soul Cry’ An Anthology is the title of the book. I appreciate your support in advance.
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