COLLIDING WITH MY THOUGHTS
The bedroom is swaying to and fro,I'm hot yet suffer from cold hands and toes.
Nausea fills my throat as though I'm on a boat,
The temperatures rising mine stays the same;
And I still can't remember what's a name.
The ringing in my ears doesn't come from a church,
I'm as pale as the Adams family I sound like lurch.
I'm losing myself as though I'm submerged,
As the sun dances of each wave glistening.
Shimmering in a crescendo of light to bright:
Closing my eyes I can still see the spider's,
With saddles on their backs along for the ride.
Wish they were sheep maybe then I'd get some sleep,
This feels like I've abseiled the walls of hell.
With dizzy thoughts my mind is all a sway,
Here's hoping tomorrow will be a better day.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2025-05-04 at 16:38
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