Head to Rest
At night as i lay my head to rest
There is a drumming in my ribs- a pulsing beat in my neck,
my feet,
in my finger tips.
And i swear I can see my shirt dancing to the rhythm of my heart
Pounding here against my chest.
Dreams come so unevenly-
So vivid and disjointed,
That I find myself counting beats instead of the obligatory sheep.
I feel as if I am vanishing-
Fading in and out of lucid fantasy.
I am exhausted.
There is a drumming in my ribs- a pulsing beat in my neck,
my feet,
in my finger tips.
And i swear I can see my shirt dancing to the rhythm of my heart
Pounding here against my chest.
Dreams come so unevenly-
So vivid and disjointed,
That I find myself counting beats instead of the obligatory sheep.
I feel as if I am vanishing-
Fading in and out of lucid fantasy.
I am exhausted.
posted by Michelle at
3:00 AM
1 Comments:
Nice stuff......I'm the main character in Flawed, a novel by B.R. Harwell. Harwell played TV Face in Spielberg's AI. Check it out at brharwell.com. For a list of his other film credits see Bobby Harwell at IMDb.com. You really get to the core of things with your poetry.
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