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A dull roar licks my temples.
It collides like heavy drum beats,
splattering my ear canals,
dripping in and sticking like honey.
Inside I am restless –
my subconscious and I at war,
an endless campaign
I cannot win.
If we were friends,
then he is a drunk phone call in the early hours,
keeping me awake.
He is run-on sentences of discarded thought,
pausing long enough just for the alarm to scream.
At the end, I find myself awake, sleepless
perhaps lonely.
Only then does he stop to breathe.
It collides like heavy drum beats,
splattering my ear canals,
dripping in and sticking like honey.
Inside I am restless –
my subconscious and I at war,
an endless campaign
I cannot win.
If we were friends,
then he is a drunk phone call in the early hours,
keeping me awake.
He is run-on sentences of discarded thought,
pausing long enough just for the alarm to scream.
At the end, I find myself awake, sleepless
perhaps lonely.
Only then does he stop to breathe.
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