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nobody's home

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walks in shadow
stumbles in shade
has no reciprocity
feels like a slave
I am not the king
of pain
I'm just a little
unwell

I miss colours
I do not know
where I am

diazepam in the bin
booze to give up the ghost
cannot sleep, cannot wake
everything is a muddle
of blackness
a demon let loose
no intention to cope

 

only I  can stop
the stutter of the clock
now nobody's 

near me. 

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◄ Thus Spake Zarathustra

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Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh

Fri 17th Feb 2023 12:07

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