No Sleep Tonight Poem by Ruth Verch

It is most lonely at night. Heart yearning for feelings lost in a capsule of time. The night spawns regret and I am living to much within my head. I just want to feel okay again. Dangerous thoughts for my way of life. Head buried deep beneath the sand. I ignore the unignorable. I gave up a long time ago and still this parade marches on. A dreamer am I? An actress maybe? Perhaps a mere coward? Nails all meant for the head. Issues abound. We are all mad here.