Sometimes…
Under the blanket.
you want to hide.
Between darkness and light,
you see no divide.
Hunger and thirst, to you,
seem alike.
Your senses,
fail to sieve,
sadness from remorse,
dullness from disgust,
pain from injury.
So, all together,
in harmony,
prick,
kick and trick,
till numbness wins,
and you continue to be,
yet not be !
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