I fling the light from behind my eyes
As an offering to the star-filled night
Veiled in the affliction of my demise
May darkness take captive my sight.
That I cannot see the sorrow of grief
Just one night free from these thorns
Blood abandons my side with no relief
How wearily my wasted heart mourns.
Sleep is aloof in these arms of regret
She comforts me like a cheap whore
The barren hours won’t let me forget
Shattered pieces I can never restore.
But when this broken night is through,
My love, may I be no more lost to you.
~ ©️ Kathy Parker // Sonnet for the Sleepless ~
Day Twenty-Three #poemadayfeb: Sonnet