Sleepwalking

Seeking solitude I wander,

Eyes closed, by the cliff-edge.

Fear bathes my nakedness,

Stinging like the salt scented breeze.

Open wounds weep and wail like banshees.

Screeching scrambles reason,

In short-lived respite, until the pain

Reaches its peak, inducing numbness.

Detachment affords time to

 

Nurture the pangs of loneliness.

 

Do not offer me pity. I have plenty,

Of the self-made unpalatable bile.

Treat me with contempt, as I too loathe.

This sleeping beast stirs and eyes open,

Only for the nightmare to really begin.