Insomnia

She hardly calls these days

And her absence

Is much appreciated

For when she does

I don't enjoy the outcome

And spend the next day

Feeling debilitated

Like a star-crossed lover

She knows my weak spots 

And uses them 

To force her way in 

Even though

I don't want her

Now I'm wide-eyed

Listening to crickets

And prayer calls from minarets

Fretting over tomorrow's decisions

And bridges

I haven't even encountered

Nor set foot upon yet

For the scars 

Of yesterday's bad outcomes

Are tiny chinks

In my emotional armour

She finds them, pushes

And in she comes

Taps on my hippocampus

Slips mental gears 

Into reverse

And digs up 

Buried images

Come tomorrow

I'll have to find 

Another cemetery

With side roads

Wide enough

To park this hearse

'Cos I'm not done diggin'

To inter

Yesterday's baggage

I still intend 

To travel light

And take my chances

Hoping my willpower

Hasn't suffered 

Lasting damage