Climbing internal walls
constructed of slippery
blue plastic,
Washes you out
every time
but you still carry on.
And it spins around
around and around and...
The world.
In dizzy circles that
become triangles
with sharp edges
that burst -
with disjointed thoughts.
Things that no-one ever
really thinks,
And the mind boggles
without resolution
ever...
On clouds over fences
Where sheep jump
1, 2, 3...up there...
Sleep is another universe
And there is only 1
means of transport
but I've lost my ticket
and I've got no cash
to buy another.
A contest entry
- Insomnia by Danna Hobart.
300 points, ended September 2, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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I like the dreamy feeling of this. The last stanza is your strongest. Nice imagery and metaphor. Thanks for entering.
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