I can't sleep anymore
without using a powerful drug...
because the poetry of my experience
burns throughout my brain
like the pain of a bitter fever.
My face is buried in my pillow
and I am simply seeking to sleep
unsuccessfully due to a noise
consisting of selected incoherent
fragments of sentences consisting of
echoes hauntingly playing in the original
voices
of everything I have ever heard
escape human vocal cords
[43:04|25.12.2007] ©c.thom
[43:04|25.12.2007] ©c.thom
1 comment:
Amen!....I've gone 3 days on 4 hrs. sleep......sometimes it's hard to differentiate between sleep and awakening........
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