Poetic Restlessness
I followed the winding thread of sleep,
waded through the inky depths of hazy fatigue,
never finding its fabled end.
The foggy black of my lidded eyes
never dissolved to reveal my untamed dreams.
Perhaps the unspoken poetry
tapping its beak against my caged skull
kept me awake,
pacing my wandering mind,
waiting to unfurl its word-scrawled wings
and soar into the boundless page.
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“Unspoken poetry / tapping its beak against my caged skull” is a really cool image/metaphor.
Thank you very much! 🙂
Great language throughout!
Thank you!
Yes!
Perhaps the unspoken poetry
tapping its beak against my caged skull
kept me awake,
Thanks for reading!