Wednesday, 22 November 2017

bleeding silence

my pages are bleeding
bleeding silence
rising and falling
waves of silence
thoughts pierce the skin

my body aches to the touch
of this silence

i turn around
once again,
its 3am
my clock has stopped running
resigned it rests, tired
weighing on my eyelids

i'm conscious of the weight
of the transition

and the cycle goes on

until I lose attention

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