Still Watching
My life in here.
It’s all like- commercials.
Which have invaded me.
And I stare at them.
Random, numbing, and dull.
Projected on the walls.
Projected in my eyes that are closed, which is worse.
Images are still there, just deeper.
And they’re looking at me!
Lying to me about something they’re selling.
And the TV is off.
But they are here.
They are talking to me.
Flickering and staticky.
But still…
I am watching.
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