Bum Ticker 2

I'm not really in the world anymore.
I'm somewhere suffocating, peering
Through a glass partition at what I
Would judge to be a rather pleasant
Autumn day, its sunlight seeming
Doubly fragile as the world tips
And, thereby, turns its savior star away,
And as my consciousness grows
Dim. Why can't I breathe? What time
Is it? The glass, in all its thickness,
Muffles sound, and I wish, in the
Silence, in the chronic airlessness,
To sleep, but I lie half awake,
Not in the world anymore,
Not really anywhere.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-09 at 01:29

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