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A Short Slumber
Short Slumber
I’m sat in my own solitude,
I figure I should sleep
Put things off for a while
Lie heavy, in peace
And try not to think too much.
Yet event will freeze into one singular situation;
They become still and unmoving
Almost like they’re not supposed to exist.
Yet as I practise forgetfulness
All the nagging, dull colours
And ‘forgotten’ thoughts
Will cloud my mind in slumber.
But I’ll only see the mist
It can swirl and lift,
Or torment cruelly
Either way, it’s there, growing through my brain.
I’ll sit and stare at it; silently
Head heavy.
‘Escaping’; just for a while, in a short slumber.
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