Rolling Off the Tongue
Writing in the Dark and a Brain Full of Fog
Often when I dream,
I forget to live.
Nothing makes sense.
And yet,
Somehow it does.
Why do I feel more in control?
When I’m out of control.
My brain is doing the talking,
They’re the trousers in this relationship.
The thoughts my brain makes up,
Sometimes makes me wonder,
Am I a happier person paralysed?
Life is dull,
Life is boring,
Why are dreams more like movies?
Events I seemed to have forgotten.
Come back like vomit.
It’s odd,
Because then it’s the only thing I can think about
For the entire day.
Until it’s lost again.
And then again,
What’s happens to the dreams,
I forget instantly.
The ones that refuse to stick,
The ones that got away?
What happened to those?
Are they a part of my consciousness,
My brain refuses to let me know.
Am I too weak to know the truth?
I’m sad to see those dreams disappear,
Along with my thoughts,
Like that one missing sock,
Lost in the dryer.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Butler
Elizabeth Butler has a masters in Creative Writing University .She has published anthology, Turning the Tide was a collaboration. She has published a short children's story and published a book of poetry through Bookleaf Publishing.
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