used

jark

I don't feel hungry 

Or inspired 

I don't feel happy 

Or tired 

I feel nervous 

And scared 

And worthless 

And cold and blue 

I feel old 

And used 

And Poked 

And Prodded 

And Filled up

Full of tubes

An experiment

Gone wrong 

A surrogate  

For someone who belongs 

The medicine man medicates me

The therapist listens to me think

The surgeon reworks and replaces me 

My brain 

In a vat 

Its drained

and detached 

  • Author: jake (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 22nd, 2022 22:39
  • Category: Unclassified
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