the blackout strikes again

eclipse from what I may want

the powers out, each wired nerve flickers with some hope

then all goes black, extinction has begun.

limp movements, bound by a thick murky sludge

thoughts of escape float by, mockery

and I despise their buoyant glow

childish and inane, to think that I could get away so easy

ideas here to mock me, and watch my breathing slow

sluggish river, you will swallow me



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