My Nirvana T.N
Sleep Heals
Sleep hurts
Sleep is my switchblade knife
with a handle, nothing more than a sharper edge
the harder i hold to it
the more I bleed
The moment my head retires to the pillow
the blood begins to pool in my brain
This is when I feel my ever nostalgic mind
Frantically clinging
to the past
Grasping desperately for something no longer existent
I reminisce
I digress
I slip slowly into my 8 hour coma
My Nirvana
Sleep hurts
Sleep is my switchblade knife
with a handle, nothing more than a sharper edge
the harder i hold to it
the more I bleed
The moment my head retires to the pillow
the blood begins to pool in my brain
This is when I feel my ever nostalgic mind
Frantically clinging
to the past
Grasping desperately for something no longer existent
I reminisce
I digress
I slip slowly into my 8 hour coma
My Nirvana
1 Comments:
I found this poem really interesting. It had powerful words and imagery. I liked how sleeping and dreaming is related to something spiritual.
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