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I don't often write poetry, but I find that sometimes it's the only way to express how you're really feeling at the time and I thought it might be nice to have a space to share this. I'd love to hear any feedback you have, I'm always looking to improve :)
POEM: INSOMNIA
I sleep on a sellotaped sofa. Patching up rips with slices of plastic, in my head, in my brain. I'm trapped in a hole, I'm stuck in this game. The thick red lights on the microwave tell me how much time I'm losing. The Earth is a black hole The Earth is in a black hole The Earth has become a black hole Black, Empty, Nothing. Swallowing everything and swallowing nothing. Full, but empty A mirror, A glaze, A haze; in the desert, a mirage. hope. Disappoint, Disappoint, Disappoint Slice, Slice, Slice deeper and deeper the plastic cuts A black hole in my brain A chain reaction, a series of events. Every move has a meaning but still it makes no sense I want to be heard But I don't know what to say, I need to be observed, but I do nothing all day- -No I do something but its wrong; I don't do something- Also wrong. What is right? How do I write so that people will hear me, listen to me voice. acknowledge my words without me having to say anything? What is written on the plastic wrapped around my brain? A warm sticky knife in a clouded head, resting on the arm of the ripped sofa bed.
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