I might dramatise this poem a bit, exaggerate to a certain extent,
But remember that feeling of being in your deepest fears?
Unable to escape, and wedged in between very fine options,
Try writing that out, I’m sure it won’t come out as simple as it sounds,
Maybe you will read it out, and inflect ever y word that comes out,
But your head does it for you, so it’s your choice to be thankful or to pout,
Take this for one, swimming in a murky black sea,
How do we know how many death are upon us today?
How do we not know the threatening creatures down there?
Have you over experienced it for yourself?
Now read this.
You’re in bed at night,
(And I know you’re thinking Oh God, this is going to be shit)
But really, wait, and read,
The duvet that is piled high over your feet starts to creep off,
And your feet fight back,
Not grasping the concept of what is happening,
A scraping on your leg awakens you ears,
A twinge of pain makes you scream out and cry,
But you only grow frustrated and more persistent,
And try to solve this sinister problem.
Your arms going flapping at your legs,
Eyes burning from the shock,
Your disorientated head starts to spin,
A sharp splash across your legs,
Stops the circulating blood continuing to your head,
Now gritty blood stains your duvet,
And no matter how many times you squeeze your eyes,
Hoping this is a dream,
Your body doesn’t agreed and you’re stuck,
Now you’re really spinning out of it,
Catching a glimpse of things around you,
Before you go limp and your body relaxes to the wanting of sleep,
Though it isn’t sleep your body aches for,
But it’s too late, and your body zones into a lifeless death,
Forever and always,
Another problem unsolved.
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