A poem.

Image by Murray Campbell, via Unsplash.

7am,
Feeling like I’ve been
Awake for
Four days.

Walked for hours
But saw my feet
Remained in the
Same place.
Tried to speed
Up
But my body stayed
Stuck
In the same
Place.

Those
Flashes of memory
A husky voice
Hardened by daytime
Drinking
Grazes my face where
A beard could be someday…

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A poem.

Image taken and edited by the author, circa 2021.

Watching the sky turn blue
And then crimson,
Leaking through the branches of old trees.

In a dark room
The
Light blue
Hue
Of a screen
Illuminates the actions
Which I wish I didn’t do.

Drips of sweat
Between chills
Tease my arms
With their vague warmth.

Breaths
Between…

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A poem.

Picture taken and edited by the author.

Like staggering home
Alone, after dark
Through streets which your
Feet recognise
But your brain does not.

Like sinking in quicksand
Or concrete
Or rich, wet mud
At your favourite park
One night.

Like recognising uniforms
And old faces up
On posters.

Like feeling metal
Scrape your toes
When walking…

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