Sleepless Nights: Poetry by Seundede Kubeyinje

Sleep
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SLEEPLESS NIGHTS

I am jealous of people
whose eyes are their portal to dreamland
& do not know
how many black stains are up on their ceiling: 12
or that counting sheep stops working after the sheep turn
        into fire breathing cattle with glittering horns
        which wrestle like the multitudinous thoughts fighting for attention
My mind is my portal to dreamland
& “deep breaths” only cause a temporary quake in the thoughts
Mother says Restoril is poison: she’s right
i’m with the wrestling sheep each time she locates the stacks buried around my room
& so I know it’s not a cure
yet i cannot stop buying it.
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WE ARE A PEG

2
contorted in oath to work together,
        despite agony
Kissing only on breaks
        Absence the right fuel
        for the almost wickless candle of love
& an almost elastic feeling when bent to the limit
        I can’t take this anymore. The end.
freedom calls after passing boundaries—almost.
        …but maybe you’re right: I overreact

War—of
teeth on teeth, then back to start:
How could you! POW! leads to
You hurt me leads to
I’m sorry leads to
I love you
the major thing knotting us together is an almost weightless piece of metal—the watch i gifted you 4 years ago:
a reminder of the time invested in us.
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Poems © Seundede Kubeyinje
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Written by
Seundede Kubeyinje

I like to think of myself as someone who travels across time, borders and dimensions as she pleases with nothing but her pen: a Pen-Traveller. Some of my writing has been published online and I received a Gold award from the Queens Commonwealth Writing Competition.

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