Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
gotguanxiPoems
And these dreams will be the death of me. Broken sleep & relentless lethargy. I'm out of control, so I'm told. I've slipped outside of my soul, or so I'm told. My nose runs consistently, Yet I don't have a cold. Now everything hurts, and yet I feel so cold. REM dream sequences; play me on repeat. play on repeat, Everybody hurts too but they carry on, Won't admit defeat. Not me, I bend under the pressure, Malleable, & then break what's, Valuable. I'm weak at the knees, alieness in alloness of stress; Please let me rest, Stop stealing my shut eye by looking in to mine, I walked the line, But crossed it, No going back now I think, I shudder each time I blink. And in dreams I believe I could be happy, Or at least not so sad, Wishing to feel those feelings That I've predominately lacked. Now in dreams I wait to see a GP in reality, So he can endorse these feelings into clarity, Prescribe me patronisingly with 50mg of setraline; "I'm sure alls not as bad as it seems" He says so candidly, Whilst I'm sat here, can't even speak, trapped at the mercy of these endorphinemachines.
0
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
Endorphinemachine
And these dreams will be the death of me. Broken sleep & relentless lethargy. I'm out of control, so I'm told. I've slipped outside of my soul, or so I'm told. My nose runs consistently, Yet I don't have a cold. Now everything hurts, and yet I feel so cold. REM dream sequences; play me on repeat. play on repeat, Everybody hurts too but they carry on, Won't admit defeat. Not me, I bend under the pressure, Malleable, & then break what's, Valuable. I'm weak at the knees, alieness in alloness of stress; Please let me rest, Stop stealing my shut eye by looking in to mine, I walked the line, But crossed it, No going back now I think, I shudder each time I blink. And in dreams I believe I could be happy, Or at least not so sad, Wishing to feel those feelings That I've predominately lacked. Now in dreams I wait to see a GP in reality, So he can endorse these feelings into clarity, Prescribe me patronisingly with 50mg of setraline; "I'm sure alls not as bad as it seems" He says so candidly, Whilst I'm sat here, can't even speak, trapped at the mercy of these endorphinemachines.
gotguanxi
Written by
gotguanxi
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 5:05 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem