Lucky
The drugs are working
I no longer feel anything
I am ‘comfortably numb’
It feels weird
Yes comforting
I don’t worry anymore
About anyone
Or anything
I just get up
And go to work
I am a machine
I have been assimilated
A ‘Borg’. Or was that a bore?
You could shoot me and
I wouldn’t care
I don’t think anyone would.
I have no one but me.
And me, I ain’t so lucky.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
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