Insleepia
You visited me again last night And I woke up again in fright. I didn’t know what else to do. Should I have screamed? Should I have welcomed you? You bring me gifts of smoke. You’re in my head. A rain of words, A wind of plots, A storm of thoughts. You’re all the stories that I couldn’t write, All the wounds that didn’t cease to bite, All the shadows that never leave without a fight. You bring me gifts of light. You’re in …