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Stereoscopic Insomnia
By Efamilia
Staring... staring... staring...
At an emotionless ceiling
Patchy and peeling in places
But still...
A perfect shade of asylum-white
A digital clock in one corner
Sits on a badly-mended table
I watch
But still it moves
Like blood-red stick figures, chasing each other!
*Chemical reaction*
She said they would help
I was desperate
Not one for pills, really
But not used to sleeping without alcohol!
*Two eyes closed; a third one opened*
Orbs of light
Floating, unintentionally
Becoming shapes
Trying to lessen their obscurity
Comforting, I guess
*Watching on*
In no way asleep
But, then again
Who knows?
Transient states of consciousness
Throughout the night
In limbo of sorts
*Morning comes*
I awaken
Open my eyes
But what for?
What for?
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© 2008 Efamilia
Published on Wednesday, October 29, 2008.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Wednesday, October 29, 2008, Narcissa
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wrote:
I hate nights like these and you've captured it in pure perfection.
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On Wednesday, October 29, 2008, Leith Plunkett
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some really powerful imagery (A perfect shade of asylum-white), (Like blood-red stick figures, chasing each other!) I especially liked these lines. A powerful piece
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