Wanting to, Should, Have To
and Must is not enough to shock
my system into action, I close my
eyes and survive without any sense
of awareness
Life running down like an old movie
reel, half broken and uneven, conscious
of great loneliness, texts around me are
meaningless, mailbox empty, nothing
stirs my feelings
I might be dead as far as my thoughts are
concerned, I hoped death would increase
ability, not decapacitate completely, this feels
like being a grain of sand in the desert
a new form of existence
Breathing slowly in the heat, meaningless
breaths in a senseless series of events…
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