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Wake Up

Can you feel the prick needle so deep I feel it plunge into the deepest flesh The numbing anesthetic- Lights out And I have time travelled- The air is heavy, I taste copper on my tongue It’s a matter of life Taking into consideration The echoes on my heart I find grace in terrible situations Terrible consequences Do I flee? Or do I stay And face my demons from another life Succumbing me to despair I can wake up now.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 4/4/2019 6:17:00 AM
There is such an anxiety to being put to sleep and your poem shows some of that through memories. Very nice. Interesting topic.
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Sarah Casey
Date: 4/4/2019 12:22:00 PM
Thank you Phil! Much appreciated!!!