Spaced Out
I was at a critical stage.
Where I was not feeling sage.
I felt like I was in outer space.
But really, I was just moving at a lightning pace.
As the clouds went still.
I had the feeling that it would not be until.
My hands were unstrapped.
In this space, I am trapped.
I had lost my sense of connection.
As they gave me an injection.
I had almost been catatonic.
Which was ironic.
What is seen will eventually be forgotten.
As my false universe would go rotten.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2021
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