Insomnia And I

I wish i was certain
For i am not
If i knew you
If i ever did
If i ever could
I wish i was certain
White sheets
And silk robes
Entangled limbs
Insomnia and i

It's an apocalypse
and it doesn't end
Until the dawn
Breaks
From the heavens

I wish i was certain
For i am not
Your touch has left a mark
And it cuts deeper every night

Do i know you ?
I think i do not
Like a stranger
Who's a lover

Closed doors, open windows
Wind and laced curtains
Stories by our side
Drunk in love
Insomnia and i

Insomnia and i
Don't sleep
While the night's awake
Cold walls
And warm hands
Through messed up hairs
When melancholy in between us,
Hangs

Raise a bruised arm
High and touch the sky
Let me breathe in
Your scent
And forget
What i know
I wish i was certain
For i know that i am not

Zaina Batool
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/30/2020

Poet's note: This is a metaphorical poem about the love of night and the insomnia. The emotional attraction towards dark and gloom. Dwell in
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