i sit here in pain and smile and my eyes ache and my head pounds and my mouth is dry
my eyelids droop like heavy sand bags, itchy and sore
the bags beneath darken like an apple bruising under pressure
my eyes are wide open as my jaw cracks in a large gape
the screen casts bright light onto my face, glinting off of my glasses. how long have i been here? time? what is that? time no longer exists. i sit in the void
i think i should have been in bed a long time ago. but why?
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
