sleep

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I’m lost with days
I just don’t know
If I should come
Or I should go
It’s been three days
Since I last slept
It’s clear my brain
Now seems inept
It’s floating now
a caffeine haze
Neurons firing
Thoughts ablaze
Letters jumbled
Words in fog
Lips are twitching
Eyes agog
Something stirring
Feeling near
Try to focus
All that fear
I know it’s stuck
Inside my head
But please I need
To go to bed.

Wasted my young years

I am wasting my life

I know it, yet I cannot seem to stop it. I sit and I feel it slipping away from me. My get up and go has got up and gone and I have no idea how to find it again, or know if indeed it is still out there waiting to be found.

In my thoughts I am a pioneer, I swoop and soar and plan all things which I could do, list all the things I should do, hide from the things I need to do – yet still I lie.
Curled up in a fortress of quilt whenever I can get the chance, if ever I need not to be at work and sometimes when I should be somewhere else – i lie. Hidden behind walls and I lie, in bed waiting, waiting for something unknown.

I am tired

My bones do not want to move today or ever. I do not want to drag my carcass out into the unfriendly world where it has no relevance, no meaning, no joy. I feel guilt for all of the things I am missing out on, feel bad for those I am letting down, constantly but still I cannot seem to force myself out. I dont know what I want but I know it isnt this – I am a waste of life in this state. Not living but simply existing.

The only thing that brings solace is sleep. I feel I could sleep forever and feel happier lost in dreams for life only brings cruelty and sadness.

Please just let me sleep.

 

When you sleep…

She likes to watch you breathe

To stroke the rise of your chest

As ribs fall, exhausted into flesh

You don’t stir – yet she plants kisses

Across the tops of your thighs

Fingers the crease, of your knee,

Slips a slender palm into your clenched fist

 

As you sleep

She absorbs your heat

Closing her limbs around you

Just, as Ivy claims a tree

Using your skin as a canvas

She moulds your form, to fit hers

Breathing life into your dreaming corpse

Nuzzling your slack jaw, until

It wakens with a sigh

Allowing her to nestle: a queen bee

Surrounded by the petals of your drowsy love

 

 

 

 

 

Night Sprites

My eyes flicker open in lazy surrender

The shadows dance on the wall

Thoughts disappear  as I try to remember

If that really happened at all

 

The shadows dance on the wall

They play on my fears and doubts

If that really happened at all

My brain never working it out

 

They play on my fears and doubts

Those mischievous sprites in the night

My brain never working it out

So I snooze in the gaze of the light

 

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Image: Shadow people