Well I've been awake almost 32 hours right now so here's a poem I wrote, just thought I'd share
Code:The lights stop burning at the 29th hour. The sheep are mocking me. I hear nothing but the ticking, Ticking, Ticking Of the clock, And the whispers of the day gone: “Another one wasted” “Did you really show your best?” “Another day closer to --” The anxieties knot into an alarm I don’t know if they’re pulling me into them, Wrapped in the comfort That if I didn’t worry, I wouldn’t care Or pushing me out of my mind Because I’m not quite good enough there. The lights start burning at the 39th hour. Too bright, too bright to keep my eyes open, But too enticing to let them close. I want to find meaning in this. I want to find meaning in you. Have I lost sleep because you lost me, And you took that in trying to find me? The conversations that we lost Found their way back to me. Is it because you’re saying them again? Is it because they want to be heard? They’ll have to fade to a whisper though, Mum, because sleep and I have catching up to do. The mind starts wondering at the 49th hour. But time’s just a word for now. This is the hour of the soul, The flight into the wordless and thoughtless. Automaton, I don’t see with my eyes. I see stars at midday, shining, Glistening, Glazing the sky. Some are probably dead. I see the man the boy always wanted to become, Standing back-turned to the man he became. The terrible insight of the unbroken light, One day, maybe, I’ll see nothing.
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A poem I wrote, called "50 hours" watch
- Thread Starter
- 28-02-2018 00:34
- 01-06-2018 16:26
Such a lovely read
one day you will see everything.