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Monday 26 May 2014

Paralysis


I’ve spent so long in this room
I think it has assimilated me.
The dust has settled down around me
I’m another quiet piece of furniture,
Another piece of clothing
                      carelessly strewn
Cold and still

Time calmly moves on without me,
It doesn’t think of me as it leaves me behind

I watch it wash over me
Like a wave washes over the same stretch of sand -
But gradually tears it away grain by grain,
Unthinking
Relentless

Soon I start to suffocate
In my little silent room
I long for something

                                     What?

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