An invisible trial,
an ethereal court,
the judge looks just like me.
My hearing ever endless,
it falls on deaf ears,
weeks pass without decree.
Formless little bugs,
they force me to sleep,
or else I face the rot.
Beg silent screams,
fell the beast! Please!
Can't solve this Gordian Knot.
Can't seem to breathe, so fucking overwrought.
Hope you choke, you god damn fool, this poisoned food for thought.
Crushed by your fragility, you dimwit juggernaut.
I won't survive another day, pray for end in this onslaught.
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Author:
Quemis (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2017 11:46
- Comment from author about the poem: Lately, I have just wanted to sleep forever.
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Comments7
This was great. "Some poisoned food for thought" I liked it. Felt a lot of emotion.
well written work as per the norm.
Well written and expressed
Well written poem, I really like the first two stanzas. I have anxiety too. Hang in there!
Great portrait of inner turmoil.
No, do not sleep forever...wake up and write some more! I can relate to how the person in this poem feels, when there is something you just cannot put to sleep..no pun intended..and it keeps at you. I usually get up and write something and then go back and try to fall asleep. Also, I try not to drink any coffee, etc. that would keep me from falling off to sleep...:)
there is so much truth behind the words. that is why we write.
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