I Can't Sleep . . .

Hola Virtual Readers, I hope that you are well and happy. Sometimes I write to be entertaining and sometimes I just write.

I can't sleep because the world is ablaze and the line to emergency services just keeps ringing. There is no one coming with water or chemical to put out the fire because no one can.

This is not the worst of it.

I can't sleep because of the deceivers masquerading as allies and friends, waiting to hurl accusations of wrongdoings from the shadows.

Forcing, a defence of honour and integrity while they emerge from their shadows and walk among the daylight, unscathed.

This is not the worst of it.

I can't sleep because she has been cast aside by someone who says, I love you. Put in a place where none are close and left wondering if someone, anyone will come. With diminishing memory but the hope that she will recover.

This is not the worst of it but it should be.

I can't sleep because she is in the midst of a monster. A stranger in sheep's clothes who has made a life out of manipulation and deception. A life of preying on the innocent and vulnerable and becoming adept.

She makes her choice to return and return, thinking she does so freely.

This is not the worst of it but it should be.

I can't sleep because she is lost in the smoke. Believing she is in control and everything is alright. Using who she can to get what she needs because her wants no longer have a place at her table. The dragon breathes fire but leaves only smoke.

This is not the worst but it feels like it.

I can't sleep because of the dark. The shroud of black has descended and refuses to move off. Even in the light of day, the invisible weight of the blackness can be felt if not seen. The tangible taste of the dark, permeates the heart and mind leaving behind the greasy feel of fear that is always there. Simmering just under the surface or behind the eyes.

Impossible to breathe deep without drawing it all the way in and possibly never expelling it.

This is not the worst of it?

I can't sleep because I am helpless in the face of all that I bear witness to. All of these things move and grow and breathe life into themselves. They are alive and doing well and continue to march onward not because of me but despite me. These wretched things have somehow blossomed right under my nose. On my watch. This shit storm of life's garbage that has blown, not only across my path, has likely blown across yours as well. I hope that you sleep better than I.

I can't sleep because the world is ablaze and I'm hoping it doesn't take all that long.

This is the worst of it.

AW