Sunday, February 16, 2014

Simple Wish

Sleep seemed
to be the farthest sound
One that strained to hear.
Strange,
that melody kept playing on
but the words
sounded gibberish
that passes through the canals
of my thoughts.
Strange,
that melody of no rhythm
no notes could hold,
like water
I could contain at the
cup of my palm.

Sleep seemed
too far for me to reach.
No metaphors
could symbolize
an act of pure desperation.
No reasons
could amount
to questions with no lead.
Strange,
that I couldn't use
a sense to perceive
something slipping
from my grasp.

The act of
closing the eyes
Where the senses
could still drift
midway,
from the linen sheets,
the stagnant air,
the stale taste,
and that metallic stench.
Where I could
hear that annoying buzz
Heat from a
drenched
blanket of wooden cloth.

There it goes,
the crowning of thorns,
the horizon
spreads its wings
and that shimmer
of orange light
painting the floors
blood red.//


29-January-2014

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