Poetry · Uncategorized

Tired synapses

Tired synapses struggle

with connection. I blink,

and look back down

to the page.

Words stutter, to resolve

themselves

on my lips and in

my mind,

they patter out from the

darkness on flat feet

and flail

about in the light of

awareness, my brain’s

waves are irregular-

inspiration stutters

and blasts in and

out, lightening flashes

and holes are

lit up,

full up with eyes

and a terrible

groaning. I

blink furiously,

remember the next

word,

finish my sentence,

turn away from

the bright white

monitor.

Ending.

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