Insomnia Verses Two – Four

Lose to sleeplessness, deux

There will be no feeling of cold air
against skin of aged crisis patients tonight. 

Complimentary hotel pillows flirt with tousled hair
legs contort a new posture,
paused and underdevelopment.

Guilt for the same ghosts
hiding in curtains, consuming every night
Eyes jolted open, finding it hard to swallow. 

Loss myself to sleeplessness, trois.

Words exchange with invisible monsters
in hopes for a means to this end.
Belligerence takes over,
the fight lost.

Lose you to sleeplessness, quatre.

We forget to exhale-
and expel our drugs onto the floor.