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My Riddled Stasis
Desperate to escape this skin.
My haggard coat and bloated vest.
Crawling outside. Crawling in.
Want hard the credits of this reel.
Dull pain, with a side of thought.
Slime tapers from these thirsty gums.
Trapped in a chamber of pity.
Carving unrelenting notches.
Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place.
Be it Dust or Damp.
Dawn seeps through the cracks of my hope.
To lose another bout to wake.
My haggard coat and bloated vest.
Crawling outside. Crawling in.
Want hard the credits of this reel.
Dull pain, with a side of thought.
Slime tapers from these thirsty gums.
Trapped in a chamber of pity.
Carving unrelenting notches.
Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place.
Be it Dust or Damp.
Dawn seeps through the cracks of my hope.
To lose another bout to wake.
Published 1st Apr 2018
Author's Note
This poem was inspired by the fact that I couldn't sleep the other night, literally until the sun came up.
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3rd Apr 2018 11:18pm
I love the agonizing emotion in this.
”Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place”
That is pure poetry. Great write!
”Begging for the night to pause
And cradle me to a better place”
That is pure poetry. Great write!
