Ballad of an Insomniac

By C.R. Doolan

At night I hear whispers,

And flickers of flames,

The witching hour,

It comes once again.

So find me in the meadow,

In the heaviest of rain,

The darkest of dark,

To hide all my pain.

The devil he speaks to me, 

And knows me by name,

His breath tickles my ear,

As he poisons my brain.

I scream till I’m hollow,

Until I’m never the same,

They walk past me whispering, 

“Oh, she’s just insane.”

By C.R. Doolan