i fear i have no clue what i'm after.
the headaches, the nightmares.
the sweats, the aches.
all i do is tremble,
all i do is shake.
i'm aware of the world moving in circles,
and in my head they collide like a car crash.
i know i am ill-fated,
my symptoms out-dated.
but these nuisances are real.
the passing night is faded purple.
i know of no other blanket
so enchanting, so deceiving.
they invite me into death,
with every dream i fight for breath.
rapid movements in my sleep,
my body temperature sizzles.
i feel the words escaping my lips,
the run past my fingertips.
no control
and then i am awake.
so cold
and all i can do is shake.
i am drenched,
my t-shirt sticking to my skin.
i am so cold
and my dream is now old.
you see doctor,
these nightmares consume.
pity,
they chose me.
-11th august 2010
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I really liked reading this. very intense. I like reading poetry most on a level of three glasses of wine and this was really great to finish up my bottle.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely adored your summer story too- tell me, what drugs did you take? ;)
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This is pretty deep... You were definatley going through something.
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