Trapped

Bars of moonlight trap me in my bed

Lines of poems trapped in my head

Half awake and feeling half dead

Tied up in sheets

A gathering of knots

Behind soporific eyelids

Dancing dots

Of light

No shapes

Just first-light blurs

The only sound

The tick

Of a clock

Tick

Tock

 

©Kim M. Russell, 2015

I wrote this in response to Sacha Black’s #WRITESPIRATION 70 TRAPPED. I wish her a speedy recovery.

 

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