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Thorny Poetry - 47. Bees
i lie down
then comes the noise
buzzing
like busy, busy bees
filling my head with
the worries of the day
plans for tomorrow
things i want to say
all my sorrow
and sleep is lightyears away
a million little thoughts
float around the surface of my mind
daring me to reach for them
so they can drag me under
caught in the undertow
where i swim in circles
chasing thoughts
i can see the surface above me still
the moon shines down into the murky water
where i swim
only just out of reach is she
and i’m stuck down here
brain buzzing
with busy, busy bees
and sleep is lightyears away
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