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Medley Of Midnight Madness.

 

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It is the strangest thing,

eyes shut for an eternity,

yet not falling asleep.

The only thing

I have fallen for

was the trap

made from prickly twigs —

each laced

with the poison of restlessness.

This,

I haven’t experienced,

for the longest time.

For the longest time

I have found slumber

with ease

with you by my side.

Tonight,

temple throbbing,

heart pounding;

tossing,

and then turning.

Lids shuttered,

behind which,

lights exploding,

soundless.

It is tonight

I discover

persistent whirring

could flip expectations over;

It is tonight,

I discover,

a fan

could turn fever

into a rampant forest fire.

I fought my way out from

under the ruins

of the temple that was my mind.

Soot-covered,

and shaken

from being caught

in the quake of this being of mine.

Words,

thoughts

clumped

into stones and rocks,

as rubble

flying towards me,

crushing me with force.

With practice,

I made arrows from ink,

and, as they whistled by,

I drew my bow taut,

and to paper,

they will be pinned.

I returned to the darkness,

with the flip of a switch,

having calmed myself, seemingly.

But,

buried under

blankets too warm

for summer,

cushioned by

one too many pillows —

this man-made hug

does nothing

to soothe

this restless heart of mine.

It was rare

that I knew

exactly what was missing,

and exactly what was necessary.

Yet,

all nights now,

I would only find,

the absence of you —

your scent, intoxicating;

your whispers, made for soothing;

your arms around me,

holding me close

to the cocoon that was your body.

Without which,

I find myself

denied entry

into dreams.

Without which,

I find myself

rejected

by restful sleep.

You are

my gateway,

my traveling partner,

all bundled into one.

You and I

was the routine

on the journeys

of impossibility

and whimsy.

It is tonight I discover:

a bed of my own

is the unexpected platform

for learning the tune

of my lullaby —

the lullaby that was you

that had always eased

the leave of my ship

from the port of consciousness

towards inky darkness,

lit only by the moon.

Tonight,

I am under attack,

darkness stained

by angry flames,

made real in mutiny.

Tonight,

the body of my thoughts

found itself

torn to shreds.

With trembling hands,

unsteady with a thread

of this uneven song,

I sewed myself back.

Find beauty in scars,

hideously jarring,

having found peace,

seemingly,

finally.

Exhaustion massaging muscles,

protests from all limbs.

The body complains,

the mind contemplates

but remains helpless

as the heart insists

on petulance.

Sink,

dear heart,

nestle in the nest

of sleep.

Haven’t I torn from you

enough pieces already?

Stop twirling with tire,

let me sing you to sleep —

madness manifests best

deep within your dreams.

*****

ZhiYiChamZhi Yi Cham — or you can call her Z — has wanted to be a writer since the age of 9. You can find her attempting to capture the essence of all that surrounds when she is not trying her hardest to understand her property courses at university (but to no avail). She daydreams of the day she breaks free and hops down pages, her footsteps stained with ink. At the moment, her daily dose of medication for surviving comes in the solace of writing poetry and expelling every ounce of passion she could possibly summon into the cause of youth leadership. She has done so for the past 4 years through the youth-run organisation, AIESEC, in both Kuala Lumpur and Adelaide. 21-year-old Z only aspires to be the bringer of lovely to the world. You can follow her attempt at ‘lovely’ through her blog, Twitter and Instagram.

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