I wrote this poem for the #poetryslamchallenge hosted by @prufarchy. This is a free verse styled poem.
Lucid Addiction
From lucidity to bed dress,
I find I am calm and at rest,
I do not wish to leave this place,
instead I wish to dream in space.
Faint light glows periodically like a test,
yet I think of sleep and feel bereft,
oh, how easily I could fall back under,
to return to magical wonder.
Fairly certain I'm at my best,
as these curtains shield my nest,
I contemplate reason not to leave,
staying trapped among the cotton weave.
Hard pressed to trace an ounce of stress,
despite real life being graced by mess,
oh, what I would give to live under my head rest,
'cause lucidly I conceive the most wondrous quests.
If you would like to submit a poem yourself for this weeks #poetryslamchallenge, you can view the original details here
This post was inspired by my constant struggle to get out of bed in the morning. I dream lucidly and it's addictive. I have found myself sleeping away whole days just because I wanted to continue living a fantasy. It is fun but extremely addictive.
I thought it was normal as a child until I realized later in life that only few people can do it. I believe it's my imagination that does it, but there could be other forces at play, who knows... Either way it's a plague. If you experience the same kind of imagery when you're sleeping and the interactions within then please comment below. I'd love to hear about other people's experiences.
Thank you for reading.
