Night room.

I lie in bed and watch the grey shadows on my wall,
spilling in my window.
Tracing my hand across them. The darkness of my fingers,
I am still here.

I cannot sleep sleep sleep.
(Remember now. Repetition for emphasis)
Nothing like 2am and
nothing to do.
Nothing like it.

Everything is different
shades of greys and blacks.
I shouldn’t sleep on my back.
The word ‘song’ sour on my tongue:
too much, too soon. Too real.

I lie and listen to the nothing happening around this creature that is me.
The tears come but still
I feel
nothing.

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16 thoughts on “Night room.

  1. I lie and listen to the nothing happening around this creature that is me.
    The tears come but still
    I feel
    nothing.

    very powerful capture of nothingness

  2. The nothing-ness is overwhelming,
    let the darkness take hold.
    An empty room is an empty heart,
    and it is even worse when it is filled with shadows.
    Especailly the shadows of all those little things we care(d) about,
    but have no substance to cherish.

    woe is me is a dark, night room.

    very well written, my friend… i hope my addition/response doesn’t misinterpret it.

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