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The Sleep
His eyes are glass
His hair blows gently
Like grass in the wind
Out of focus
Out of this world
He is somewhere far
But he is here
He sits in his chair
Never moving
Never speaking
Then he wakes up
And everything around him
Pushes his off his chair
Off his world
He is no longer asleep
His eyes are clear
The time seems to have flown by
Where did I go?
How did I get here?
To this chair?
This chair in the middle of nowhere?
Where did the time go
I feel it coming back
The blanket that covers me
I lose the strength to breathe
And he stands
He sits
back. in. the. chair.
His eyes are glass.
His hair blows gently
Like grass in the wind
Out of focus
Out of this world
He is somewhere far
But he is here
He sits in his chair
Never moving
Never speaking
Then he wakes up
And everything around him
Pushes his off his chair
Off his world
He is no longer asleep
His eyes are clear
The time seems to have flown by
Where did I go?
How did I get here?
To this chair?
This chair in the middle of nowhere?
Where did the time go
I feel it coming back
The blanket that covers me
I lose the strength to breathe
And he stands
He sits
back. in. the. chair.
His eyes are glass.
Published 2nd Feb 2022
Author's Note
Inspired by the book I am reading currently, “All the Bright Places”
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