Night is day.
My mind gets carried away
Confusing itself with morning light
And twilight
It seems to be more awake
More at work
Than it is in the day
Sluggish and lethargic
And.
When the sky's curtains close
It wanders deep
Leaving me tailing behind
Trailing to where it wants to go
Dancing under midnight suns
And singing to florescent lightbulbs
Tired I may be.
My eyes carrying weights.
My mind is wired.
Electricity spontaneously
Bursting at its seams
Showering me in a barrage of colors
Keeping me in line, entranced
Bright red, yellow and blue
It keeps me alive
And for an instant
Night is day.
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Labyrinth
PoetryPoems I made during quarantine. A poem compilation about eating, sleeping and other things. I don't know what I have created. Read at your own risk.
