I sleep in segments

Between disappointing pasts

And loathsome memories

Beneath the shadow of dreams

Lingering in corridors of regret

An empty refuge

A vacant solitude

The sludge of worry

Soldering life’s tapestry

A gnawing anxiety

Biting the neck of REM

I sleep in fragments

Broken thoughts

Puzzling butterflies

Origami visions

Conjuring up storms

Of decaying lullabies

A parade of melancholy

In a quarry of pain

I. Do. Not. Sleep.

Except to wake and…

Find

You

Gone

© Mel Gutiér 2025