Good evening all. Tonight at #dversepoetypub we are writing #quadrilles including the word figment as in a figment of the imagination. FREAKY!
Black Fig-ment!
Black as the night my mood,
72 hours, Sleep deprived,
Swirls above my head.
Drugged up on being down.
I wonder what the Fig-ment?
When he spoke in my last dream.
Will I ever sleep again,
Under psychedelic painted ceiling,
Never eating Figs again.
© 10/06/2024 rog leach.
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