Electric Dreams

By: Leigh Doughty

Six hours of sleep: an elusive dream.

Cannot be touched with these fingers

or with this spent mind

which has enjoyed the electric charge

of creative currents,

been ravaged by the abusive hand,

burnt into exhaustion,

left a cinder.

 

Currents of calm are needed,

yet this brain illuminates hard: no dimmers,

leaving evasive dreams out of touch.

Sleep stays out of reach because the

switches are lost and the wires emit

fires. Any hotter and it will nullify

this reckless mind that can never

switch off.


Leigh Doughty is a writer and a language tutor currently based in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam. His previously published work can be found in the VNexpress, Arteidolia, Meridian, and the Nuthatch.
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