Insomnia

No,
no sleep for me tonight.
Shut away the living nightmares
and watch the headlights cross the ceiling.
Every creak,
every light whisper from the radiator,
like thunder.
Turn on the light?
No, what fun would that be?
To make the flashbacks
diffuse like smokey spinnerets
after a hushed candle.
No more relived memories made to movies.
And forget about having reason to cry,
the only way I seem to tire.
But even that doesn't heavy my lids.
That damned drafty window
makes the curtains dance.
Images of faces
from the corner of my eye.
Of course,
they're gone now.
Stop following me!
Light purples show first signs of dawn.
Blink.
Daylight.
14 hours and counting to do it all again.