Monday, 30 July 2012

Sleeping Pill

If there existed a 
pill that kept you 
awake for a year,
I would take it.

No more drowsing
in stuffy lecture theatres.
No more Monday mornings.
No sleepless nights.

No nightmares.

No more alarm clocks.
No more wasted time.
No more waking up with
a crick in your neck.

No more rest.

No more dreams.

No more drifting off
to the sound of a lover's
breath.

I would walk the empty
night streets alone like 
some crazed, lonely
Queen of an abandoned
world.

I would drink all night 
and lie on my back
to watch the stars
spin,
and sober up slowly,
and painfully, 
in the white dawn.

I would have nothing but
time to kill, whilst the
others slept in bed.

I could watch every film,
or read every book I'd 
I'd never seen or read.

I could learn to unicycle
with no one to watch,
and laugh.

I could lie awake all
night at your side,
watching you sleep.

Alone. Utterly alone.

At sunset my
redgold heart would
sink over the horizon
like a stone.

Each sunrise would 
wash over me like
relief.












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