22 January 2016

Damaged Goods

Sometimes I get disconnected from my brain

My limbs do everything but what I want
a communication conflict that’s hard to explain

In essence, I lose control
a prisoner trapped behind wide open eyes
forced to witness brutality, mutilation
amazed it gave me butterflies

Patiently I Watched blood pool
relishing decay thick in the air
surprised when Death didn’t come
more so that I didn't care

Now here’s the answer before the question
Concerns you had were understood
but I've no conscious hence the lack of expression
or as it's been said I’m damaged goods

Copyright © 2016 Patrick B Vince

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