thesocialpoet

Sleepless

In Poetry on May 20, 2014 at 1:32 pm

The clock

Beats time on the wall, one, two, three hours that I’ve been lying on my back,

My side, my front. Sleep, sleep.

Tap out the time in lines on my white walls. Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Lights on, lights off. Count the bruises on my legs. One, two, three

Purple stains on my calf, my thigh. Sleep, sleep.

White walls, my clock

Taps out time. One, two, three clicks mark another wasted night, another neon light.

Sleep, sleep.

My lighter sparks, one, two, three glimpses

Of my face in the mirror, striated, dilapidated, my mother’s eyes–

Sleep, sleep.

 

Louise Knight, Scotland

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