Awake?

Flicker for a moment,
At the edge of my sight.
Only for a breathe, a
Reminder of a sleepless spent night.

My heart goes hollow and cold.
My tissue is now kosher.
Always in the distance I behold.
A wrathful smudge, my torture.

When I look away it moves,
Only to twist my neck.
Once I’ve regained focus, 
It’s long ago already left.

The only defense against bashful 
Boogies is a foveal stance.
To center the monstrosity
Provides a moribund thrash.

To cast out the shadow
That had never been cast.
Remove all of this madness
I suppose I just need a nap.