WRITING POETRY IN DARKNESS

Recently I have suffered much from insomnia

Situated in darkness like a target

I was surprised by onslaughts of poetic lines

pulling the arrow only to reveal

some arrows had penetrated through the heart

and went traceless, while others

totally missed the target’s center

Writing poetry in darkness

each line like a beam of light towards emptiness

I’ve used as powerful a flashlight as a 5-cell

exhausting all that’s in me

The farthest place the lines have reached

is heartbreaking recess that

you do not want me to access