SOME NIGHTS SLEEP WITHOUT US

Artistic Poet


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When my eyes fold— they go not to rest,

they fall into rivers that flow behind the retinas 

this is a painting of unfulfilled dreams dancing in a lonely grave

 

Suffocation is the metaphor for staying awake at 2 am,

to demonstrate the image of pain 

as i await the monster folded in my bones to break fast 

depression becomes the invisible bug that flies on the skin of nights.

 

  • Author: Artistic Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 21st, 2024 08:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: This poem is a definition of depression & overthinking
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 16
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