Hour 4

Little wet, little damp
Are my eyes
Haven’t slept
Much since last night
Eyes half closed
And heavy lidded
Such a strange feeling
My mind playing
Tricks on me
Heavy with sleep
My trembling eyes
Bringing back
Memories
Feels like first time
But it’s not
Have done this
Before…
I gave fallen
asleep
I have gotten
lost
May somebody
Be coming
To wake me
Again
In tears silence
Is soaked
Nothing but
Tales of
My heart
Little wet, little damp…

2 thoughts on “Hour 4

  1. Nice story … deleting a few key words (so not all phrases are “complete”, particularly toward the end of the poem) would help add to the dissonance effect. Also seems a perfect poem to play around with a more disjointed / abstract layou of lines

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