Eye of Insomnia: A Poem

Insomnia is an eye open wide in the night

It can see in the dark of the room without light

For it sees from the mind, sees the past not the present

Sees the future potential, a future unpleasant

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The eye makes an image of shadows come near

A shape like a man, though a man I don’t fear

I fear what could be, what has been, and what isn’t

The thing of my fears is elusive but imminent