Where l live, we have no street lights, l live on the coast of Kent, and when in the back garden l can just see the skyline of Calais in France, illuminating the darkness. if l walk down into the garden towards the bench to smoke a cigarette, there is no light there at all. there is no sound, just maybe, the occasional footfall on a night dweller, a slight rustle of the wind – and that’s it. The moment you step into the darkness – you are swallowed.
I have lived with insomnia most of my life, from as far back to when l was around ten years of age, l have never feared the dark, any dark, it is my friend.
Plenty of time to sleep when l am dead.
1.37am My Time
Smoking a cigarette on the lawn,
Deathly and darkly quiet,
Stillness, hours before dawn,
Silently, drifting and private,
Standing there, just peace,
No cacophony of noise,
Bustling to and fro from busy streets,
To harass, jostle and annoy,
Insomnia, she cradles me,
Keeps me on my toes,
Together we agree,
In darkened shadows,
It’s silent here, now, this time of night,
No whispers from the day,
Just awaiting the new daylight,
To arrive and herald the way.
Guy or Bloke, Your Choice