Rest is blank notes on a tired canvas| Fugues| A trance oscillating between numbness and withering | Brief moments of respite from the yawning emptiness of my existence | A quiet sobering of my mind| It is pain abandoning me to grief| Or bony hands holding me down as I sleep a dreamless sleep| The slient pleading of my subconscious for cold hands to press harder| It is thieving words from forgotten books| cradling my cramping neck in dark corners| shrinking away from the light| as days roll away from me| Self confinement with dying characters from foreign worlds| It is utter stillness| singing soft lullabies to a wasted form| on a deathbed crafted by mortal mind| It is watching myself die.
Read – Downtime Daydreams – A Poem by Sana-Bella Ebrahim, South Africa
