By Laura Blunier
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my
eyes cannot stay open…
…and…then
the world slides by;
a
voluptuous blur…
after
staring at my ceiling
…for
endless hours
I
struggle my way out…
out
of the morass that is my bed
out
of disoriented thoughts…and spaces
leaving
their pale shapes behind
my
sheets become as leaden as…
…chains,
resting heavily,
trapping
me down…
as the high-pitched wheeze of the alarm once
again shocks my body into the brilliance
of
one more sunrise,
the
impatient progress of
a
now forgotten day
About
the Author
When Laura Blunier isn't busy reading her family’s minds, as a good psychology major should ;), she enjoys music and being cozied up with a book. While she would really like more free time, she is pretty happy spending it on her poetry, which is anything from silly to serious to whatever dorky mood she is currently in. She also likes Tennyson and Longfellow, but it’s also really fun to break all the language rules when she gets the chance to.