don’t follow me

I was created in Gods’ image,

but every day I fall short


And some days the pain of imperfection is too great


I don’t have pills or Sex to numb me


I am awake now,

more than ever;

so why am I dreaming of the dark again,

more than ever?


My mind chatters,

reminding me

that until I’m taken home,

I’ll always be alone


I look up at the lights,

I pray for a fire


I walk slowly in the dark


I blink and I’m still here


I swallow the minutes,



more difficult to swallow




scraping my throat,

but never killing me


The Minutes sit on my chest,

watching me patiently,


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