Saturday, May 6

Knock me out

I am here, but I don't want to be here.
Knock me out.
I woke up this morning, I hit the alarm 27 times.
The clock didn't seem to mind.
I am simply an earthling
Trapped in a rhythm my body doesn't understand
And my mind refuses to comprehend
So knock me out.
I am asking you, kindly assembled
Bottles, pills, books and toy soldiers of imagined freedom
Fears and interests of the blind deaf mute auteur
Knock me out before the pain
Gets unbearably mundane
And cold numb reality sets in.

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