static interrupts my sleep
like a discouraged radio signal
interference
haze
--then--HELLO WELCOME TO
the red room
the clock ticks on.
wasn't it midnight a moment ago?
something glows in the corner
can't s e e
tick tock ti ck
ckckckckkc
break in the fre--
quency
i'm in the red room
what is the red room
i asked a question
?
the clock ticks on.
i see words, they fly off at me
cant reed
wh5r 1s s5ns5 1n sl55p?
the clock
ticks
on.
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a/n- so this poem is a bit (should i say very?) abstract. it's my attempt at recreating what dreams feel like and how you lose touch with rational thought while asleep. the only sentence that ends with a period is "the clock ticks on" because it is the only coherent thought, the only actual thing occurring outside of the dream. if you evaluate all the little lines, i played with the words a little to imitate the sensation you have in dreams. so it's not supposed to make perfect sense, but hopefully you understand what i was trying to demonstrate :)
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Poetryin which she takes you on a journey through the many different trails of her mind. poetry / reflections / art ✏︎ poetry #492 copyright © 2017 by clato_maroondiamonds. all rights reserved. lowercase intended.
