The page can sometimes swim
In useless undulating lines
As words snake up and down in waves
Of curlicues that once were full
Of certainty, of blinding reason.
Now I’m just a drunkard with
No liquid fun just heavy lids
And endless hours under sleepless curse.
I wrote my little poem and words yesterday having only slept for three hours in almost three days. I was so exhausted but i was determined to write something.
Anyway, I wrote what I wanted with great difficulty and fell asleep. But as I wrote I had the same feeling that I used to have when I wrote while drunk.
The words were swimming before my eyes and every time I tried to hold onto a sentence, its meaning would somehow slip from my consciousness.
When I woke up I reread what I had written and the final sentence just made no sense at all. My rested brain couldn’t even remember where I was trying to go with the sentence.
It just made me think a lot about my writing when I was drinking and how hard it was to keep my train of thought. And God knows what rubbish I must have said out loud during those years!
Anyway, just wanted to apologise if you were one of the first people reading what I wrote because you may have been left wondering why I had drifted off into gibberish.
And on that note, I think it’s time for bed.