Hello,

Insomnia is like another world. It reminds me of when I worked nights. I felt like I was the only person awake, looking out for those asleep.

I am not sure if the ghost's intentions are good or not. Dreaming, haunted men scream - is this because of outstretched hand or another ghost?

Lovely imagery and language that provokes the mind, teasing it, willing it to deduce the meaning.

Well done,

Michael

A wonderfully written piece. "Let me be a resident ghost in your mind" - I love that line.
Well done.

Sometimes there are lines in a poem that really stick out more so than others and strike me -- this line is one of them:

Because dreaming men are haunted
men, dream of me tonight.

I -love- that so much. I've read it over and over and can't get over it. It's haunting, beautiful, sad..

Your opening stanza is probably my favorite. It's something I can relate to, yet something so personal, like a secret. I think it's interesting you opened with this person never sleeps, and you end with asking them to dream of you. Like to take a chance, rest in you, be still, be calm. That's a really beautiful and heartbreaking thought. Lovely poem!