Everyday I wake up and conflate
Today with Yesterday but it’s Tomorrow
What the Hell will my bed bring me now?
Dreams of better waking moments?
Maybe.
Perhaps not these non-contractual
dreaded components.
These dead-headed-droning-dictated debates;
dire complaints, these digital demagogues with no restraint
that wrap tightly around our dreams
clamoring upon our late-night screens
whispers, hushes and boorish
lushes, loud murmurs rising from the throats
of, well- you know, status-quo
all bound up inside the private confines
of our stately secured
homesteaded minds.
What the Hell will my bed conspire,
to bring me now?
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
Photo by Ricardo Esquivel from Pexels
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Reblogged this on The Artist From The Inside Out and commented:
this poem i wrote is still how i feel right now, especially now #Poetry #Hell #Conflate #Reblog
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Thank you for the reblog Jez, greatly appreciate ya’!
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It and commented:
Sometimes a poem just makes me feel, this makes me feel
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Really get the feels for this write. The close says it all, beds conspire for sure
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