Bed sheet and nooses

Not snooze
no muse
but poetry
of bed sheet tangled
wet with sweat.

I’m mangled
waylaid by the thoughts
of nooses, snakes
of fate and us.

I’m yet awake
no dreams
not screams
but suffocating
waiting
for the yawn of dawn
— insomnia

Blood, Sweat And Tears…? by Chicote CFC

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June, 16 2017

15 responses to “Bed sheet and nooses

  1. Ohhhhh…..that demon insomnia. I know it well…but your poem plumbs the depths of it for me….especially the waiting for dawn.

  2. Oooh I absolutely love this! Especially that phrase “waiting for the yawn of dawn — insomnia” is brilliant!❤️ Beautifully rendered. Thank you so much for participating, Bjorn 🙂

  3. I agree, “yawn of dawn” — watching sunrise fingers snatch away moon is only pleasurable if awakened to watch; not awake all night to view.

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