Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

All Of Us Sleep


I moved from left to right,
To wake up I got angry;
In the deception was a cure,
Sleep had persisted for long now.
My butchered hair seemed hairy,
Like the whole innocent man,
I was brimming with dreams.
The sprawling mass of pipes
Inside my dreamscape was phenomenal.
It led to trepidation and worse failures,
Like the sharp sound of gunfire.
My mind from the war became ill,
Losing my touch so scarily.
I have now lost all sleep.

Submitted: Thursday, May 12, 2011
Edited: Thursday, May 12, 2011

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