Waiting (insomniac)

[I slept a thousand deaths last night
one by one
painfully,
slowly,
and awoke to a world
Crumbling all around me]

Sitting in twilight,
in open hand I hold
A short stemmed glass,
chilled and half full
With empty dreams
and alcohol
On the rocks,
Reflections gone cold

I wait for these demons
To cry me to sleep
And spew out their secrets
deep inside me
Staring at midnight
gasping to breathe,
sighs turn to mist
mixed with starlight