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heart insomnia

by Kimberly Bowen

Music trembles through this room
cold, cold and so new
just the same as before
maybe an adornment or two more
but they aren’t passion-filled enough to change the flow
the way the air moves across the pillows and sheets
the way my heart beats and moans
there’s something different now
inside this room and my stuttered heart
laying quiet upon this bed between the sheets
waiting for the music
simple beats, simple tones, lyrics roam
to calm the storm within my soul
waiting for time to stop
synapses to freeze and pop
blasting open room for my heart to crawl through
into another world, a different girl’s dream
somewhere without all this history
somewhere with out these memories
twisting and turning, waiting for that moment to mock me
I lay here still and motionless
wondering, wondering when it will end
when the joke is up and I can start again
breathing steady, scar-less and unharmed
I’m waiting for life to play the sounds
to run into lyrics and music
that will break through the silence
and pull this invisible world down
from the thin pillars it precariously rests on
waiting,
waiting on things
that will never come

12/26/2007

Posted on 12/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Kimberly Bowen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/27/07 at 05:08 AM

And it's a hell of a wait, I'm sure. Well captured and well said, right up to the last terrific line.

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