boomerang II

I feel used

like a broken car, refused to move

overheated and over smoked

hit the deer and now waiting

in a ditch

where no one can reach me

I called for assistance

but everyone forgot about me

I’m trying to stay awake

but my eyes are shut

like those in the graves

I can’t find the right words to describe it all

from the start

all proper descriptions dare to drown

in this sea swirl

submerging me, not letting me breathe

I’ve become

an inverted version of myself here

where I lie at the bottom of the ocean

no, wait, it’s just a dream

it crashes like a boomerang into my head every night

as I left them all there, without help

and now I will cry for help myself

in this monstrous, multifarious mosaic

it’ll be better when I finally wake up

and I will start to live

before death decides to claim what’s hers

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