Insomnia

If you want me gone –
I'll vanish if you ask me –
Then just tell me now.

Don't prolong the pain
And suffering the way you
Have. Just end it now.

Tell me what you want.
I'm far away – I can't know!
I'm not a psychic.

It's been four months now.
Of loud, deafening silence,
Bitter ignorance.

Flourishing and yet
Wasting at the same instant.
Whole whilst emptying.

Worry consumes me
Like Hell's never ending fires.
I don't sleep at all.

No rest in sleeping.
No solutions in waking.
Tell me what to do.
Tell me what you want from me
Tell me what to do.
Don't honour me with silence –
Tell me what to do.
I deserve much more than that.
Tell me what to do.
Did you ever care at all,
Tell me what to do.
Or are you the selfish one
Tell me what to do.
Whose colours have come to light?
Tell me what to do.
And yet I still ask you to
Tell me what to do.