When I woke up in the morning,
I wished it'd been the middle of
the night
so there would be enough time to fall
deeper into another sleep.
To roam as I may.
To be alone and drift through
half real realms with truth
injected into them.
So I could pretend to give a fuck
about what ever the hell.
I just wanted to go back to sleep
and hide from facing emotional tolls
that have already got me unhinged.
Shackle me to the ground.
Play me like hopscotch made of
brittle bones.
Build castles from what's left and make it pretty.
I just wanted to go back to sleep for
a little while and wish that by the time
I open my eyes again, there'd be something
different in front of me
and won't choke me from behind.
The alarm went off.
The moment it sounded, I sighed.
Laying there for a moment.
Turning to the other side.
Glancing to see how much light was shining
beyond the curtains.
I thought, fuck it, and got up.
~Tina Meeks
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