Reboot Poem by Patrick Szwaja

Reboot



just because i’m up and moving

doesn’t mean i’m done rebooting

the sleep still hasn’t left my eyes

vocals cord raw, my throat is dry

maybe the grunts make me sound thirty

and the unkemptness of my hair looks dirty

but give me a minute or two to come back to earth

i just left my dreams of you, and they i prefer.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success