Prose Poetry: Elusive Sleep – 03/08/21

Elusive Sleep Sleep. How it escapes, evades my very fingertips. When I reach out, fingernails scrabbling, hoping for a hint of rest, my aching heavy lids are calling. I am in a state of unrest, my mind is anything but heightened, I need the numbness to wash over me, repair the intensity from the day prior. I need to rest, but, I cannot, I cannot will myself into a state of slumber. Sometimes I am stubborn and don’t wish for the darkened cover, for haven in darkness, dangling from consciousness’ precipice until the web is severed, and I’m beneath, in the lake of swimming nightmares with the rest of them. [...]

Poem: Freedom Heart – 22/04/21

Strident tones announced from the bell of a trumpet, I’d smile but I won’t show it, I thought this was the chance to recommence, but now, it’ll all be past tense. To progress from the murky muck, a heart flitters nervously, a gut’s contents begins to rot, I thought I could do this, I thought I was strong, but it seems the better route is to go where I am accepted and [...]