heard but muted
the sleep from which I cannot wake forces me to swim in the subconscious thoughts
of abstract nothingness
speeding to the ground in a semi-circle counter clockwise tumble
with a solid hit I am dazed but alive
I find myself crawling on the black highway of ambient noise
pointed stick-bugs skewer my mind's eye just before clear vision
like a blind dog I stumble into the truth
seen but invisible
walking the thin line between boredom and coma
I grab the pool stick with my left
chalk with my right
the solid crack of the cue passes through
the crowd parts with-out thought
moving from side to side and end to end they pass without acknowledgement
god why have you not forsaken me
felt but ignored
the shard of glass in my hand pulses with blood with each attempt to continue
pain moves unrestricted
faith drags me forward against my will
suffering under pure blue eyes of deception my thoughts pull me up from a deep
sleep
--- by James Magro, Texas Tech University (
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