Insomnia

Sitting wide awake
On starry nights and dark nights

Thoughts racing through the mind
Never ending pictures from memories

A wake which never ends
Mourning a heart which has ceased to exist

A heart which
Hurt
Broke
Burnt
Turned to ashes

Till all feeling went out
Till only the physical beating remains
Just to keep a body alive

So many wounds

It would have been easy to live with
Knowing that the wounds were given by enemies

But when friends wield daggers,
And relations bay for blood,
And Love turns to poison

There is nowhere to go
There is nobody to turn to
There is just a ghost of a heart

Which is now devoid of life
Just a shell

Keeping a body alive