Mindwell

The pains of little sleep,
The little things that
In their own small way,
Remind me that I’m still alive.

Sometimes I feel like a ghost,
A senseless feeling on the back of your neck.
A reminder of my place in the universe.
Still waiting for those quiet moments.

Details linger.
For days, until the sun burns out,
I could wear my heart on my sleeve.
But it doesn’t change a damn thing.
Because I’m powerless.

I know what’s in my hands,
Which used to be empty for so long.
Shuddering memories, vibrating.
Pecking, speaking.
While we create worlds with our lust.

Speak to me, otherworldly treasure.
My mind is closed to all voice but yours.
The obsession began long ago,
And now that I grasp, I understand.
I can’t live without you.

And I feel I’m wasting my time here.
I’ve lost so much already.