Waiting Out the Storm
. . . _ _ _ . . . (SOS) come in can you hear me?
With a sense of urgency my insides spill over leaving an open wound of vulnerability
Bleeding out I’m finding it hard to breathe hoping someone out there will hear my signal and locate me
There are growing numbers of casualties and those who won’t wake up!
Those of the same substance what frequency are you on?
All I can hear is white noise and see glimmers of light then nothing but a flashing cursor
With moments of feeling trapped and helpless a drift in this cracked dimension that’s self-destructing
Some where inside there’s hope that you will come and find me not to save me but to unite in this time of insanity!
Hear from you soon comrades.
Do you want to wake up? its your choice which pill will you choose. . .
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