Monday, March 31, 2014


I begin shaking
hand trembling
face reddening
thoughts muddling
closing in on me
my head, my drama
around my eyes,
voices fading into distance,
distorting thoughts, images,
realities, this is very much like
trip, I think, like tripping, in that
it was very much like a trip, I think,
out of it,

I am once in shambles
I am afraid tho I say nothing

I am waiting to die.

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