Cold Sweats Under Light Sheets, a poem by Drem

I’m back at that force myself to write 1 poem a day thing.

And when I mean poem, I don’t mean 3 lines. I mean a full blown independent piece of work that is properly completed to the best of my creative ability.

Here we go again…

 

xoxo

Drem


Girl in bed alone

Cold Sweats Under Light Sheets, a poem by Drem

July 25, 2016

 

“Cold sweats under light sheets

because the air conditioner is on too high

and I can’t seem to fix it.

Get the temperature right.

Or get my chemicals straight.

My SSRIs.

And I’m pretty tired of it.

Not knowing which side of me is real

and which is my illness.

Cold sweats I wake up with

because I had bad dreams of him

and I can’t seem to stop them.

I’m on the wrong side of my twenties

still dealing with the same things

and I can’t seem to fix them.

But now I get angry

as I fight the ghosts that look so real

and talk so meanly into my ear.

Because I know what he did was wrong,

I’m mad.

And I’m old enough to know the difference now.

And I do blame him.

Cold sweats under light sheets

in late July.

When I should be sleeping

my mind is rolling,

digesting and sorting

little violet bubbles of

unhealthy  violent thoughts

that circle around the air

surrounding me in them.

Surrounding me in them

under light sheets

I’m shivering

in a cold sweat

like always

I wake up in

the middle of late July.”

(C) Drem 2016

 


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