Sleeptalking. A poem.

Lying here
              Thinking
              Thinking
              Counting
                             Minutes
                             Hours
                             Sheep
A pretence
    rendered
       Black and blue
In ultraviolet

Hate my head
       For it hurts
                 Hurts
                 Hurts
Me so

Breathless again
Foggy-eyed and foggy-headed
          Branded
          Fool
Shake
Rinse
Repeat

For more of my poetry, check out The All or the Nothing, my first e-book, available at most online book sellers.

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