Trembling, cold, alone.
Dripping, sweating, heavy breathing.
Eyes shaking, losing and retaining focus
simultaneously.
In and out of reality,
fighting for consciousness
as my vision turns black...
but am I conscious?
The question is:
Who's asking?
-Well, me of course.
-Is it you or is it me?
-It's you and me obviously.
-What about him? What about them?
-What about them?
-I don't know if I'm conscious.
-Don't worry about them right now.
-I'm not worried, just curious.
-Worry about us, you and me.
-Why should I be worried?
-Because you don't know if you're conscious.
-Well, are you?
-I'm about three fourths "conscious."
-What do you mean?
-It's a long story, I'll tell you about it sometime.
-What about him?
-Oh...him? That's you.
-So that's us too?
-No, that's just you.
-Are you sure I'm conscious?
-That's up to you, not me.
-Oh...
Dark, cold, alone.
Silence.
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Messages From the Void
PoetryA culmination of my poetry that I have carefully jumbled into a book, which is also available on amazon. Thank you and good day.
