Insomnia: Original Poem “Wheels”
I close my eyes and the wheels threaten to fall.
It’s what they always do;
After all, it’s procedure
That if they never fall, you shouldn’t stall.
Yet, I wonder why I regret that they might fall,
Could it be that back there it seems like memories end;
Right after the birds pass by flying,
The people talking,
The small space confining more
As if I’m in a tuna can feeling sore
Wondering if this is the moment to call.
I know this feeling, it’s one that’s memorable:
The sensation that time should go back
To where it was always too simple.
As you spread the sheets, that one wrinkle,
Reminding you that memories can stack.
The sun rising up every morning,
And you taking that as a normal swing,
Understanding that it can always be another fling,
Never that extendable.
Funny enough, you forgot the leaves flying by,
The children being sly,
The one love that ends up in a cry,
The sentence that ends in a “I’ll try”;
Never getting how it ends in a why,
And quickly in a small goodbye.
The wheels still haven’t landed,
The message hasn’t yet rang that typical time,
You close yourself in your own crime
Believing that it might have ended.
There it goes: you hear the claps.
As both hands celebrate with little slaps.
Life goes on and so should you.
You see the memories: you have to go through.
Pedro Barreiro
