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My Awakening (Lucky Escape)

Poetry By: Mathew Nicolson
Poetry


First glance at the world, and the world glances back.


Submitted:Jul 24, 2012    Reads: 39    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Jolted into awakening;

eviction without notice.

My world opens up and I behold

searing, blinding rays.

They trumpet me out,

and I thrash with legs I know not how to use,

dig with nails never cut,

bite from a toothless mouth.

Screaming.

Crying.

My welcome.

Where do I fit into the mechanised

order of humanity?

No preordained caste?

The full horror of my predicament awaits me,

Sleep?

What nightmares!

Whence do they find me?

Two hundred and twenty two years

just to comprehend my fears.

No expression by tears

and I reject your careers.

Hands clasped;

stimulants for day

and sedatives for night;

your saliva;

jammed in;

the delusion of meaning;

I am three hours old.

Beautiful, kind mother:

doped on morphine.

I can't comprehend

why

you should do this to me.

For this

I hate you.

Too much! My young heart

twists and writhes

'till I see no more.

The last pulse escapes me

and I know,

from my failed body,

that this has been my

lucky escape.





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