and you’re back in the room,
a clock tick, air sorts through
the sound it carries on
inside the ears, you tried
but couldn’t quite forget
you had them
always on. what hope of self
hypnosis can exist
when even chairs conspire
to keep you woken,
say by touch
this is the difference,
you won’t get away that easy.
Transcendent and a bit dark but in a way that leads to greater light. Got #fridaypoets up on my blog. Come on by if you like and take part:)
Hey, thank you Pryde :) All my uploads are pre-planned this weekend so unfortunately I will not be taking part in the festivities - I'll resteem the haiku call out anyway as per usual!