Joyce Rugg Poems

Bound by the shackles of sleep
As venom crawls through my veins
Drowning in the terrifying deep
Dragged down by night’s black chains
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Jaded eyes grown tired of seeing
Battered body weary with being
Bleeding ears sick of the screams
Tortured mind, nothing’s what it seems
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Kill me, you know you want to
You know you’d love to watch me die
You aren’t happy til I suffer
So go ahead and make your day
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It whispers to me, my personal Siren's call
The music lures me to where raindrops fall
The earth, alive under my feet
Every shining leaf a wondrous feat
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They say life's a journey; they're right
Sometimes a breeze, often a fight
Towering mountains block my way
And friends never seem to stay
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Life is a funeral
With a flat-tired hearse
I am just another corpse,
Forced to walk in blistering sun
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wake up. hair a tangled Medusa's nest
stumble out of bed, abandoning rest
run to the yellow boat on Styx, the river of gray
that carries heroes to the monsters they slay
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they say we're madmen, we're insane
we refuse to continue their charade,
refuse to pretend there's no pain
refuse to join the plastic parade
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On the pillow,
Between the sheets,
Under the blankets, lies a waiting demon
Around midnight, the madness begins
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Nothing slips by them
My mistakes, ammunition
Fully armed, they strike
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