27/2/2021
I won't be covering a specific poetic form today because I just want to write without any restrictions this time. But ig this is considered a free-verse and consequently another poetic form after all lol.
clouded mind from the absence of sleep
tired and yet unwilling to alleviate this torment
unyielding in my fight against it
as if it's an endurance contest - me or it
as if I have to untie every Gordian knot
that has been so artfully twisted in my head
and slumber- a vicious blade to cut them down
just like Alexander with the Gordian knot of his own
and yet temporary calm feels like cheating
for I can only rest when my soul is scarred
and fresh from battle
when it has been wounded and shot at
when it has been in the trenches
trying to fight off every worst-case scenario
that is when true exhaustion kicks in
that is when sleep is deemed an honorable prize for a war hero
the hard-earned mere hours of fleeting bliss
when the phosphenes glow underneath my eyelids
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