Another night

 

Eyes are drooping,

if they get much lower, 

I’ll have to stoop,

to scoop them up.

I think I need to sleep

or have some strong caffeine in a cup.

It's all too much.

My weary body can't seem to move,

It just wants sleep,

my aching bones to soothe.

 

I's are not dotting.

T's not crossing 

but my eyes are closing

and my brain is rotting.

I need to sleep 

is it too much to ask?

Every time I start to drift

my mind thinks up another task.

The hours pass,

thoughts splintering like cracked glass.

 

Eyes are crossing 

and my brain is closing.

I think I'm micro dozing,

because those people in my room were not here before,

must be the sleep demons walking the floor.

Hallucinating some weird fantasy

but I’m definitely awake.

At least I think so,

pnch me.

 

Eyes feel heavy,

my vision wavy

as I lay.

Empty hope of a full night sleep.

In full comfort I should be,

under duvet,

counting sheep,

all toasty and warm.

If it wasn't for my misfiring brain alarm.

 

 

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Germ warfare

 

I can feel it all inside,

little battles

as I struggle to get air.

Mini skirmishes,

microscopic warfare

and at the moment the enemy is winning.

 

My chest,

A battlefield.

They have me flanked

from each direction,

the hellfire of tanks.

Lungs feel like fire 

full of sulphur and brimstone

like someone has detonated a bomb 

beside my tombstone.

 

Face feels like pizza dough,

or an exploded baked potato.

Someone has been taking swings at it

overnight, a baseball bat to each eye.

Every minute for about 8 hours, give or take.

Now all feels swollen and out of place

Like having your eyeballs sucked

from the inside

 

Burning.

Something within my skin squirming.

Every part of me feels wrong.

Bones around my shoulders

feel like brittle grinding stones

All splintering and shedding.

Too weak to leave my warm bedding.

Coughing and spluttering,

infected lungs suffering,

feels like ribs are puncturing.

The germs have taken control,

muscles tired,

more rockets are fired,

constant bombardment takes its toll

There is no part that is left of me.

Here comes more heavy shelling.

They control everything.

Apart from my mind,

currently...

Though how long before they take that?

there is no way of telling.

 

 

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Shards of life

 

I am just a ghost walking in a landslide,

Amongst the landmines, already gone

just not quite prepared for the other side

and though the pain feels too big,

not yet ready to grab my shovel and dig.

 

Shards of life,

shattered pieces, scattered wide.

Once belonged to a great window,

we could all look longingly through,

now just a smashed mirror,

that reflects back on you.

 

A flower, petals long ago faded,

withered, degraded

into the soil beneath.

Feeding the ground and the insect teeth.

A skeleton in a snowstorm.

The cold gets to my bones

but no one knows I'm even here.

No one knows.

 

A lost clown with a tear in his eye,

a sad cloud in an empty sky.

Depression smeared in grimness,

I am my own witness,

lost, scared witless.

Just a husk of a man,

a shell, with walls cracked,

a grain of wheat,

more like the chaff.

But I'm not ready

for the harvester to reap away,

and spray my remains into the day.

 

 

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