Let Me Dream If You Can | John Patrick Robbins

I suffer from insomnia I sleep for an hour if lucky, others view me, think I have gone insane.
They are fools.
For that happened after the first time I knew poison that is love.
Happiness moved in and my mind escaped like some cat who saw its chance then fled never to return.
We are all insane to a degree, those who chase the page only to bleed from the pen.
Making a promise we can never keep.
People will say many things.
I am too exhausted to care anymore.
But many lies embrace this page as once I did so easily you.
I am beyond exhausted but can’t bear the thought of finding you in the dreams I once knew to be my reality.
Let me sleep tonight as you allow my life to remain empty in reality.
“Man you’re really losing your grip”.
An old friend said to me.
Sitting upon the ledge, watching as I struggled to cling to the ledge.
Never once did he offer a helping hand.
That’s what friends are for.
He played with his phone and was lost in his own world as so many are.
He could tell you what a trainwreck you were but never pull you from tracks.
I needed rest he needed a soul.
I could always buy sleeping pills.