• xanthe_poetic 9w

    Insomniac

    Coloured feathers of a dreamcatcher,
    Dancing to a breeze overhead,
    Recurrent visits of the sleep snatcher,
    Keeping me wide awake in my bed.

    Jumbled strings of mindless chatter,
    A million and one thoughts in my head,
    Do any of them really matter?
    Why am I hung up on what someone said?

    My cell phone serving ads on a platter,
    And me absorbing all the lies I’ve been fed,
    Blue light trance and lonely laughter,
    Restless zombie, am I awake or dead?


    ©xanthe_poetic