I break down the word
like it shatters my life
as persistent as
a prisoner’s strife
A hidden affliction
in the dead of the night
leads to a feeling
that something’s not right
Will it shorten my life?
Some people think so
Engulfed in this nuisance
I try to let go
A release of ambition
annealed by fire
this things got me beat
no point in desire
like a marionette
I’m jerked on a string
I cannot fight back
it just increases the sting
a breeze passes by
I look up in hope
has the man and his hand
let go of the rope...
will I be free
to enjoy natural slumber
or does this clown
really have my number?
I get extra time
to read and compose
and look on the bright side
of no nightly repose...
Where is that Sandman?
I beg and implore
to show that controller
the ultimate door...
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