Awakening
A distant sound,
noise.
Detached.
Increasing, unrelenting, overwhelming,
piercing, and painful.
Destroy it.
I stir inside a body not my own,
groping to find the roping of its limbs,
my body is possessed,
with a drunken soul and
I drown in a black whirlpool of emotion.
I punch the noise,
and end the pain.
Now rise and
walk !
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2013
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