Insomnia Poem by James B. Earley

Sleepless nights
Emotionally tossed
Caress the line
Not physically crossed

Waning hours
Life still given
Memories haunt
Days once striven

The after-life
Why even mention
.....Fiction.....fact
Or supposition

But if there is
Why must one toss
And grieve the line
Not physically crossed


Author's Note:
“They wanted so desperately to love each other more, to remove their clothes and submit their naked bodies to each other, but it was almost as if they were cursed since the first day that they met, and it was pure torture knowing that they could only get so close, but was unable to go the height that the both of them wanted so intimately to climb.”
― Keira D. Skye