NaPoWriMo 20

From this point on
everything that happens
is a metaphor for your life

No matter how dark
the journey may be going
to become darker

Even in lightness
particles become heavy
and empty old dreams

For a split second
I woke and it was still dark
sleep never comes back

time makes no difference
between light and day

How many sleepless
waking prisons do we take
knowing only more

doubt starts creeping in again
returning to dust

Words words words words words
you sir are a fishmonger
and unfold yourself

Cat upon my lap
it looks like I’ll be writing
several more haiku

Just kidding I’m not
ever staying up that late
meow and cat meows back