Thoughts, Never Words. (Poetry Collection)

Insomnia.

I walk
This empty road,
With only the cold,
Foggy air,
That bites and scratches
My soft fingers,
As company.

My brittle bones,
Bruised and battered
From the miles,
Upon miles,
Upon miles,
I have been walking for,
Buckle under my weight,
Tired from the hours
Spent reminiscing
Over the 'what ifs'
And the 'could be's'.

And yet,

I
Still
Can't
Sleep.