Computer screens
glow ghostly pale
in darkness meant
For slumber
eyes taped open
glued in place
searching for nothing
needing a taste
or a piece
or a thread of a life
that eludes you
as you become a statue
perched in place
losing sleep
minutes run to days
hours to weeks
still you try
looking up but not out
sitting in silence
inside you shout
unnoticed, forgotten
remembered unseen
a shadow in the corner
of what might have been
wasted alone
wasting away
going going going GONE
no reason to stay
in a place with poison air
no one around
you're the only one there
pros and cons in lists unmade
and dreams get stranger
and wrought with danger
the closer and closer
you get to change
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Slam, spoken word, performance, hmmmmm. Some things are just meant to be read aloud