Of My Own Making

This brain of mine keeps

Staying awake

Stopping my sleeps

What will it take?


What affliction have I

Allowing runaway

Carefree, why

Can’t I just say?


Prisoner trapped herein

Such mindscapes

Of my own making

With no escapes.


I’m drawn to you

Like a moth to a flame

It’s just what I do

I portion no blame.


I can’t tell you

For it will sound,

Though so true,

Like I’ve drowned.


No control have I

So I’m spinning

Though I try

To keep grinning.


To sleep perchance

To dream maybe

Though happenstance

You’re all I see.


© Kris Blackburn 06/09/2015


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