Insomnia
Some nights I take the red-eye flight
And wake up in a strange land,
A Parallel universe.
I recognize all I see,
Mine…but darker.
Outside are shapes and sounds unfamiliar.
Those who move about here are not to be trusted.
Plane after plane blink endlessly
Along the path of the missing sun.
My loved ones are stone lumps
Under the eight-hour-spell of stillness
I am me… but not.
I am me… but darker.
There are no tasks to accomplish here, no recreation.
The only goal is to escape
The reality of all I see here.
All I hear, all I do,
Will be denied by morning.
Another country.
Mine, but darker.
And if I make the bold choice to not deny it in the morning, but incorporate this world into my day-lit world - would it be satisfied and let me sleep at night? Or would it just mean my days become as dark as night?
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