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Nightmare

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There I was
Standing in mud
Sticks and stones
At my bare feet
Its cold, I’m wet
I vomit continualness
I stop; still stuck
Now Drowning
Forgetting my lines
Suturing
They pity me
I smile
She loves me
Talking to me until
She knows I’m O.K
Still standing in a
Black pit now, once gray
The Audience laughs
“Take the damn picture,
I don’t want to forget this
Sick Moment either!”
Screaming doesn’t work

I’m Mute
The laughter stops

I’m Deaf
Looking for a witness

I’m Blind
I’m scared; cold
H.E.L.P four letters printed
On my forehead……
There I was
Standing in mud

I’m Dead!





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