Wednesday, 20 January 2010


I'm too tired
to concentrate
on why I can't concentrate;
it's like drifting
in and out of sleep.

The words seem to pulsate;
the characters seem
to exchange places,
like they're playing
a game of musical chairs
with my mind.

Too timid to jump;
too bold to land with grace;
too lost to find my bearings;
too tired to dream -
I fall into a nadir of sleep

and wake with a heavy head,
filled with delta waves
and a dull landscape
of endless grey.

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