My eyes widen when I try to sleep

My thoughts crowd me when I try to flee them

They line up for miles waiting to be thunk

Their queue stretches over the hills until morning

Each will get its turn

The last few prying their way in

Jostling for mind space

Just before the alarm clock rings

And frightens my dreams away

Sometimes I think I could be a vampire

My skin is white enough at least once a year

My teeth are likewise sharp

As for the drinking blood and draining others

I, having been drained night after night,

Sometimes think it is about time I do the biting

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (

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