It is my fourth sleepless night
Uninterruptedly
My mind does not seem to be able
To respond to the call of my weary body
My body in its turn is not reacting
To the substance sent from my mind
Inciting it to sleep
The link between the two must have faded away
And I, I feel trapped under a skin
All night long
A skin that does not seem to be my own
I could control it, should it be my own, couldn’t I?
The circles around my eyes are growing wider
With each new morning
And I try to conceal them, to deny their existence
But it is nothing seeing these circles
The burden is their weight on the mind,
Even after being concealed,
The burden is the thought of another sleepless night
"pig correspondence", A New Collection of Poems
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Here at Lulu our Nickel Hole Press have just published *pig correspondence*,
a book of poems from a few years ago. This will be on Amazon in a few
weeks. ...
4 years ago
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