Cognitive purgatory

 

I'm whining

in this otherside

that I'm seemingly

confined within.

A cognitive purgatory,

There is writing

lining the walls, but those

words are hidden from me.

My eyes are hiding the story.

I’m pining after a dream,

yet sleep is evading me.

I feel her someplace close, but

her face is somewhere I can't see.

 

I'm feeling ill tonight.

Not physically but mentally,

like a murder of crows

has decided to roost

inside my mind.

They keep pecking at my thoughts,

digging up long worn-out threads,

then dropping them in my mental lap.

Wriggling worms of the head.

Now, there is no way I can nap.

 

I want a psychic cuddle,

as a real one is unlikely

to come knocking, and honestly

if it does, I will be more

than just a little confused.

A disembodied pair of arms,

wrapping around me,

like some weird face hugger

from an alien movie.

That may just scare

the living daylights out of me.

I need a dream,

but my eyes are pinned wide open

like two mouths mid scream.

I want to dream, to see the face I see,

to be in that place

where beauty breathes.

Because I'm feeling

seriously lost

in this so-called reality.

 

 

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