My mind turns in perpetuity
with no destination
as the phantasms are competing
for the grand prize;
my last stray of sanity.
They fracture the darkness
with their taunting iridescence
never failing to catch my eye
when they’re throwing their very own pageant
held in honour of me.
They dance with one another
clashing from time to time
spitting their chastised replies
the only reprieve is found when I open my eyes
after listening to the echoes
of all those beneath me
and at 5’ 3”
there shouldn’t be many.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 6:50 PM UTC
My mind turns in perpetuity
with no destination
as the phantasms are competing
for the grand prize;
my last stray of sanity.
They fracture the darkness
with their taunting iridescence
never failing to catch my eye
when they’re throwing their very own pageant
held in honour of me.
They dance with one another
clashing from time to time
spitting their chastised replies
the only reprieve is found when I open my eyes
after listening to the echoes
of all those beneath me
and at 5’ 3”
there shouldn’t be many.
I write a lot of insomnia poetry.
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