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I Woke Up Today

I woke up today under concrete slabs.
The ones above bind to the ones below.
Dread fills me.
I know there is nowhere to go.

I woke up today to muffled screams.
I search for them but cannot see.
Do they scream to help themselves?
Or do they scream to help me?

I woke up today
To a slaughter.

A slaughter of love and hate.
A slaughter of joy and despair.
A slaughter of my loving wife, playing with my hair.
A slaughter of bowling with my friends on Friday nights in June
And a slaughter of playing my guitar while howling at the moon.

I woke up today,
And all I feel is vertigo.

A type of nausea I used to seek,
Spinning round, round and round
On a playground near a creek.

All I feel is vertigo.

In my brain, it cracks a leak.
Spinning round, round and round,
The whirlwind makes me weak.

All I see is a sliver of light.

It used to help me sleep on time.
As the flames rolled over the horizon,
My only thought: will she be mine?

All I see is a sliver of light.

Counting down like laps on a track,
As the flames roll over the horizon,
Will it stop when my eyes roll back?

I woke up today.

The muffled screams I used to hear,
All but mine are silenced,
But they still ring through my ear.

The concrete slabs that bury me
Are held by hope to some degree.
But hope can't hold like steel, so
Scriptless tombstones they will be.

I woke up today.

And I know this is my last...

Help is not coming, but I am sick...

And the others I share this condition with
Are lost to the bucket I'm about to kick.

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