this poem i wrote is still how i feel right now, especially now #Poetry #Hell #Conflate #Reblog
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?
Perhaps not these non-contractual
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
What the Hell will my bed conspire,
to bring me now?