Cerebral Nocturne
By Shaine Melrose
I am in a wasteland
that place –
between four am snores
and alarm clock convulsion
nerve crawling disruption.
I call up the stars
to shine their ancient fires
onto my beating life.
I need a full beam moon
to guide me,
illuminate this shadow land.
Thoughts in the cavern
are bigger than my brain
my place in life’s game
seems uncertain.
Tormented creatures cower
in toxic crevices –
writhing shattered realities
dark red and forsaken.
My illness hangs in the sky
a diagnosis breaking
up my mind.
Blood-shot empty eyes
stare inward, that derelict space
where alien thoughts reside.
I am in the waste land
got a bad taste
in my mouth land
broken and held together
by a strand land,
ash up to my ankles,
soil turned to sand –
night is infinity
a tangled reality
my face in my hands
alone in the wasteland.
Cruel ruthless place land
between four am snores
and alarm clock convulsion.

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