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Oct 2010
I climb into bed
Waiting for a non-existent sleep
To take me into the dreamworld of my childhood
Where I had
Quiet in my head

I sleep
Or try to
But my thoughts are loud
And breaks in their conversations
Are few and far between
And never quite long enough
For me
To fall asleep

I wrap the blankets around me
Like tentacles
Forcing the air out of my lungs
Forcing me into

I dream
Or something like it
For a minute or two, it seems, upon waking
And the quietness that had enveloped my mind
From the trance

I wake
To a thousand thoughts
And headache
All the thoughts that could not be heard as I dreamt
Shout out
To be heard and acknowledged

And then
Then you dance for my hunchbacked heart
And my thoughts stop to watch
They stop to listen
To the sound of your breath
To the sound of your footsteps

And there is quiet in my head, and blindness
Like the dreamworld of my childhood, long since forgotten
(c) GS White 2010
Written by
GS White
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