Bloodshot

Rivulets of red
Tributaries of tiredness
Glowing globules
Flushed faculties
Weaving web of warped whiteness
Dried, dreary, drooping
Itching with irritation
Strained with staring
Volcanic vision
Painful pictures
Overly occupied optics of
Exhausted eyes

Insomniac

I can't sleep.
My mind delves deep
Into the mines of the past.
So much regret
Lining the depths,
Glittering in the caves of nightmare.
How long will this last?

I should have spoken
Or given a token
Of what I felt and thought.
It wouldn't matter,
But I'd feel better
Letting the truth be made whole.
Simple rest is sought.

A restless mind
Pores with eyes blind,
But imagination blazing with vision,
Through time and space.
A greeting, a face,
Burning into my soul's tapestry.
Is this a prison?

Your words I hear,
And so I must fear
That I could have changed nothing.
What longing imparts
Cannot change human hearts,
Despite all the striving of affection.
Did it count for something?

I can't sleep.
Can you?