Wake Up
Can you feel the prick
needle so deep
I feel it plunge into the deepest flesh
The numbing anesthetic-
Lights out
And I have time travelled-
The air is heavy,
I taste copper on my tongue
It’s a matter of life
Taking into consideration
The echoes on my heart
I find grace in terrible situations
Terrible consequences
Do I flee?
Or do I stay
And face my demons from another life
Succumbing me to despair
I can wake up now.
Copyright © Sarah Casey | Year Posted 2018
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