Oct 2014
Foetus,
eyes to the floor
for fifteen minutes,
ramshackle thoughts
rattle like old objects in a toybox,
lights off and imaginary people
to talk to.
Sipping fruity juice
as girls smash together.
The trivial things bring chaos
in great big buckets.
They say Iām OK;
I say I am losing it
losing it.
eyes to the floor
for fifteen minutes,
ramshackle thoughts
rattle like old objects in a toybox,
lights off and imaginary people
to talk to.
Sipping fruity juice
as girls smash together.
The trivial things bring chaos
in great big buckets.
They say Iām OK;
I say I am losing it
losing it.
Written: October 2014.
Explanation: A poem written between 23:15 and 23:25 on 29th October 2014, while in bed watching a movie. Apart from one or two words, not edited at all from my handwritten version.
Explanation: A poem written between 23:15 and 23:25 on 29th October 2014, while in bed watching a movie. Apart from one or two words, not edited at all from my handwritten version.
