Thank you I'm
imaging
The best way to go to bed
Should I drink some milk?
How do I fall asleep
These are thought insects
Worms filling my head
feelings wriggle and slither
Slice them off they grow from both ends hungry for attention
Thoughts start a slow bass drum beats
Staccato mourning
May I go mad now?
No stay sane.
Children
Little men they're your anchor
Love them.
Oh my ship of dreams
Its floating away
No but this boat
Stuck in the cesspool
Of affections
And affectations
Where was I?
Upon a lifeboat of lies
Listen to the wind
The air talks
Pleasures me
To believe in
You
Be my last my first
My own
Everything everyone disown
For me
No don't ...
Please.
Please leave.
Please.
I don't know what to
Think.
I expect this
Madness
Reason with it .
That's where a poem
Becomes
Painkiller.
Who said the word
That
Truth is
beauty.
Ugh. ...truth is killing me
With its ugly kindness.
And the efficacy of painkillers
Wearing off.
Can I go to bed now....
Our little lives need
Little deaths
To revive it.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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