Slipping
quietly
between the sheets,
I find company in my solitude,
and understanding where before there was only pity.
Now I realise this is real and this has substance yet the sentences in my head remain in my head, and time
ticks
slowly
by.
I'm not gonna let it slip past me again, but I can't seem to force the syllables still glued to the inside of my skull, and I rot from the inside out watching it all unfold before my very eye.
I still can't find the words to stop this slipping like sand dunes.
I was always told perfection lasts a moment, but it's five days and counting and I couldn't wish for a better view.
By Ben Jones
quietly
between the sheets,
I find company in my solitude,
and understanding where before there was only pity.
Now I realise this is real and this has substance yet the sentences in my head remain in my head, and time
ticks
slowly
by.
I'm not gonna let it slip past me again, but I can't seem to force the syllables still glued to the inside of my skull, and I rot from the inside out watching it all unfold before my very eye.
I still can't find the words to stop this slipping like sand dunes.
I was always told perfection lasts a moment, but it's five days and counting and I couldn't wish for a better view.
By Ben Jones
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