Regardless
Posted: June 18, 2014 Filed under: Life, poetry | Tags: exhaustion, inspiration, life, poetry, work Leave a commentI sleep, like a log, no
More like a woman, craving sleep
Clutching desperately,
At the last wisps of dreams, breaking
My nails as they flee
I always wake with a start, sometimes
Like the sky falls down, no
Like I fall down from the sky, it is
painful. Sometimes I bleed
Inside my mind.
Floating about mindless
Recuperates, it
Sticks to the senses, lulls you
To a dream-like state
Blissful, and blue, yet
Never satiating
Why must I always wake?
For duty calls, life calls,
No, what we’ve made our life, that’s what calls
It always calls, whispers like the fiend,
Clings to the skin
Like the nasty smell of vehicle smoke, like
Other people’s sweat, after a long day of work.
Impatient tsk’s
Jut into your gut, like elbows
Patience snaps
Is wafer-thin
At this time of the day
Stagger on cocoon-ward, blood bubbles
Toils and troubles inwards
Dreading yet another day
Darkness falls regardless.
Who said what?