Monday, 29 January 2018

Malted Milk

A poem from 2017

I'm just so tired
This crunching feeling hard wired into my body
It takes hold and won't let go
Eating me

Drooping eyelids of my brain
Life on the wane
Squeezing imaginary muscles
Awake, sleeper, awake!

But I don't want to wake up
I want to sleep before I die
I want to dream of cows grazing in fields
Because counting sheep is so last century

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