Shaking like an autumn leaf,
Though leaves in autumn never shake
As far as I've seen, but I believe
Thats a topic for another time
Wandering thoughts think themselves
Up. A funny direction, up,
When concerning the mind and Its thoughts;
Thoughts concerning the mind, and It's when
I breathe that I brush away
Those thoughts like static; erratic.
Brush away, brush away, brush away,
And hear my heartbeat, slow and steady.
Heavy and empty and calm.
Deathly
- like claws under the skin,
Ominously creeping, bit by bit,
Towards the heart as my eyelids shut.
Hunger hits heavy like stone.
Weak and weary, wanting something
To fill the gap. To force the attack
To stop - here only sugar will do.
A small moment; fixable
But important, to me at least.
The shaking, buzzing, cold and craving,
Make Hypoglycaemia a bitch.
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Poems of my Mind
ПоэзияThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
