Living in darkness
waking up in the middle of the night, sweat pouring down from me like a waterfall. reaching from the cure of pains and illness. deep inside, trying to fight them all.shakes and cramps trembling through out my body as the morphine eases my pain and sends into another world. no one is real, yet everyone is there. like living in a glass bubble. tears in my eyes but unable to cry, do you need some thing more real?
losing three years of life. unable to drive, or even walk at times. these are the actions that we receive when we are not in our true state of mind. mine started 5 years ago, saturday morning so bright and early. my time of day, once. one second a whole man, the next, my hand in a concrete mixer, intwined.
steve
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