Rolling my spirit free
From an early sleep,
The faint purr of my fan
Registers in my ears.
I am lulling with
Unconscious states,
Teasing them to return.
But,
My eyelids show
I've left the light on.
The house is static.
I'm hardly controlling my breathing,
When in my left ear
I hear a roaring, rapid inhale,
Other-worldly,
Infinitely distant
Yet right next to me.
I am ******
Into reality
And I see
before me
Only
my
room.
By: Forrest Jorgensen©
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
Rolling my spirit free
From an early sleep,
The faint purr of my fan
Registers in my ears.
I am lulling with
Unconscious states,
Teasing them to return.
But,
My eyelids show
I've left the light on.
The house is static.
I'm hardly controlling my breathing,
When in my left ear
I hear a roaring, rapid inhale,
Other-worldly,
Infinitely distant
Yet right next to me.
I am ******
Into reality
And I see
before me
Only
my
room.
By: Forrest Jorgensen©
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