The sunshine’s in an endless night, allowing no sleep.
The birds do not sing.
The stars have lost their luster, without dreams.
Bodies curl and intertwine with nothing to say.
Oceans tide high, while insects swarm replacing clouds.
Flowers curl inside their selves; hiding pedals beneath their leaves.
Roots of trees climb their own branches,
As fish retreat, farther into the abyss.
All of fur and feather join the sea,
Fully masked in silk; I lay upon a bed of nails
Unable to imagine a white picket fence for counting sheep.
© Nicole Metts
Excerpt form the book “I Have A Name”
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Preface . . .
We live in a society whereby there is an astounding increase in what is known as ‘the invisible disorders.’ We may be living with one or more of…
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