Deprivation

Writing in the midst of insomnia, so tired I can barely think or see straight. I wroe this.

Cataclysmic calls

of prosperous youth and ingenuity.

 

Walk through,

Crawl home.

 

Triple shots and glasses

of sanity and fake inpunity.

 

Push through,

This drone.

 

Sinking feelings here

of doomsday phophets and thier fools believe

 

Live through,

Reach home.

 

Drop out,

Sea foam.

 

Without,

Time zones.

 

Don't stop,

I'm home.

Reviews

[Jillian]

Oh insomnia... usually my enemy but perhaps your friend. For being exhausted this is a great piece, it has a nice flow. Triple shots and glasses of sanity and fake inpunity, wow thats a great line.

[~crazy Beautiful~]

This had a unique flow to it
Insomia can be quite a trip, as I have been there more times than not.
Interesting piece
I would like to see it expanded on,
I enjoyed where it was heading, but felt it needed a bit more expression
just a suggestion, it is quite good as it stands.
nice work
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