Published: 22 Jun 2018 › Updated: 22 Jun 2018
'Hypnotics' - a Poem
and you’re back in the room,
a clock tick, air sorts through
the sound it carries on
inside the ears, you tried
but couldn’t quite forget
you had them
always on. what hope of self
hypnosis can exist
when even chairs conspire
to keep you woken,
say by touch
this is the difference,
you won’t get away that easy.
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