A Place Called Insane (And Other Whimsical Poems)

Cold Morning

It settles for my skin

Heads straight through my veins

This pulsing yellow sunrise

Drives me spinning across the room

Like thread on a loom

Head screams at me to think

But this sensation of madness makes my

Will go weak and my

Heart go still

This has to stop

I know they’re only fleeting memories

Months that’ll be forgotten

The same way sweet sugar

Sweeps away from my tongue

In a matter of seconds

I don’t want to forget but

I don’t want to remember

This sick,

Unhealthy rush

Soon

The imaginary cords of the flute

Begin to dwindle

As I’m left

Hearing the persistent tick-tock

Of the clock

Warning me that

I’m left with minutes

No, just seconds

Before I awake from

This unearthly dream

Please don’t make me leave

I want to stay

Even if

It’s killing me inside

Please don’t make me leave

I want to stay

Don’t make me wake up to

This dreary

Cold morning

Please don’t—

But you did it anyway

And now my heart

Has been

Tossed

Away

You left me sitting on the porch

All alone

Oh, unwilling sunlight

Grant me a wish

That when midnight comes

My eyes will close

My dreams will be filled with

Remnants

Of warm smiles

Grins that held me

To the end

I want this

Game to never end

Eventually

All things do

But who said

That I wanted

Never to dream?