insomnia

We have silence for a companion.
Keeping company like a ghost,
unwanted and unloved.

We keep silence like a pet in a cage,
and do not speak of the depths of it,
but others glimpse deep words on the edges
of its page.

We must cast out silence like an unclean spirit,
that will not go until the light has come.
Intimate with the empty and the lonely ones,
by distracting ourselves until the night is done.

That is when we put on our day face and meet the sun.

(c) D.M. 2019

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