Plot
oh that wretched hand
keeps pulling me to one side
I cannot see, but feel comfortable going
where there is no direction
blinking eyes mean nothing here
things are the same opened or closed
one step after another, the stubbing of toes
for all I know the same dog
has bitten me thrice
everything looks the same
smells the same, taste the same
dammit I’m not even sure what I’m after
but I cannot stop moving
oh there goes another stubbed toe
and this one appears to be bleeding
or is that maple syrup
this way, this way, this way, always this way
where on earth is the exit door
Copyright © Ricky Muse | Year Posted 2017
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