Insomnia
poema de Flor

In the darkness of the night
my thoughts find their way out.
They don’t knock.
They rush in.
Every time they bring a fright,
one I recognize,
one I never doubt.
I cannot be free.
If I don’t fall asleep quick,
my mind turns against me.
Every sound becomes a signal,
every breath a warning.
That’s all it takes.
Sleep is gone.
Every small thing I did
comes back...
louder, sharper,
over and over.
I am not here anymore,
I'm trapped in my head.
Someone, please set me free...



