like a bar of lead
attached to my eyelids
heavy , thick, weighing me down
pressed against my face
like a down blanket
almost suffocating
widening my mouth to gulp in more air
slowly, drifting
to sleep
I wish.
Being an insomniac sucks.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
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