Dazzling lights projected onto my eyes…semblance of words forming within them. Page after page I flicker through as the long hand slowly traverses through its plain of numbers. Lead filled lids tremble as they try to conjoin, but my will strengthens when I flick to the next page: I have to know what comes next.
Night after night this continues, and every morning regret never forgets to pay a visit. Curiosity killed the cat, but curiosity also killed my rest. Anticipation and thrill plastered on every page, only seeming irresistible when I lay my head. My brain sending signals that my will ignores. Collectively, how many hours of sleep did I ignore?
My head bobs and eyes close as I hear the rhythmic clickity-clack. Will I lay my head at the desk? Mouth open and drooling…That’s just grotesque. Never been a drinker, but is it time to “get some wings”? I can try it and see what horrors it brings.
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Author's note: Describing my current state as I wrote the poem. I'll check it for mistakes once I'm more awake. Experimenting more with this way of writing a poem, see how it goes.
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
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