I should be sleeping
Yet words hold me hostage
I have forsaken my soft dream making bed
For the cold plastic metal clacking and clicking
of nonsensical statements
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I should be sleeping
Yet words hold me hostage
I have forsaken my soft dream making bed
For the cold plastic metal clacking and clicking
of nonsensical statements
I love the sound sense of this poem — all the soft sibiliants of sleep vs. the harder c/k sounds of the writing. Well done!