Borderline
I have company,the ticking clock and tinnitus,
thoughts are a nuisance,
shoot the TV with the remote
defiant it moves and mouthes
its flicky pictures
uninteresting
and I the uninterested
watch hands move,
slowly,
tiredness is stalling
real life,
there is fidgeting,
I focus
wanting music
not movement,
effort required
and utilised,
head on hand
darkness in eyes,
freedom jumps in,
my dreams.
Poetry by shells
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Written on 2017-10-13 at 01:28




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