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Day 3 - Narcolepsy
by Karen MichelleSleep.
Wake.
I rest my weary eyes
for a moment.
Blink.
Blink.
Open.
I am here,
present.
Back into the land
of the living.
Trying to tie a bow
around my day.
Let me just lie
for a minute
and rest.
Blink. Blink.
Close.
Beat...beat.
Open.
Back.
Where was I?
These thoughts dissolve.
Best intentions like
sand through my fingers.
I try to gather
the loose ends of
my straggled ideas.
Fumble. Blink. Squint.
Blink. Close.
Beat.
Open.
Back.
Get it together.
Counting back.
Is this 100?
Is this complete?
Blink. Blink.
Losing. Blink.
This thought.
Thematic oblivion.
Struggle.
Is... 06/16/2017 Posted on 06/16/2017
Copyright © 2025 Karen Michelle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/16/17 at 05:18 AM Refreshingly different, evocative, and worthy reflection of these troubled time, many minds must deal with. Continued success with your writing Karen. |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 06/21/17 at 05:50 PM Capturing life lived in discrete glimpses, a rather neat write I think. Thank you! LK |
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