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Poetry 1

[2017]

I feel like my life is stuck on a loading screen

Streaming off a third-party website that's hardly worth a dime

But the decisions are mine

Spending time waiting for fiction

while reality passes me by

What does that make me?

Staring at the screen as my eyes scream for connection

Withdrew further into my shell after the election

Too lazy to fight, just as damaging as the alt-right

White supremacy, nazis running our democracy

I dumped the bottle down the drain

to stop drowning my brain in the shallow end, acting deep

when the water's only lapping at my feet

Dreams creep into my sleep, uninvited

Leave me be

Nights don't pass by silently anymore

That's what the days are for, I guess

I confess that I speak less and less each year

Maybe it's my own voice that I fear

Choices made clear

I've steered my life toward the abyss

with open arms, waiting

The escape sign is staining these pages

with thoughts

Trapped between blue bars like cages

Descending stages, each level gets lower

The pen gets slower

Until you reach

The End