one of [me] v.2
10/14/99


stripped
of my skin,
thoughts are trapped between the cracks
[of my brain]
words are programmed into me,
my body hooked up to the beacon
[that captures the bleeps of my signal]
tracking every step, every heartbeat.
[Never alone,]
the voices follow me
like tortured lost souls,
aimless & unknowing.
my soul’s.light is oppressed by
a cloud of darkness
of [them]
My mind does not speak for me; it has no voice,
lobotomized, it now understands
[only symbols and commands.]
Emotions erased, the plug of humanity pulled
outta me.
robotic dead,
held captive
free-walking yet tethered to the whole
serving, serving, serving.
My individuality severed like
a diseased body part,
my body half machine,
my heart pumping
yet
[I]
is a word
not in my vocabulary;
my freedom
forever trapped between
the buried layers
of the being that once
was
[me].



Copyright 1999 by Erin D. Conroy.

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