Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The Lunatics - Poem by Sam Freek

 The Lunatics

The lunatics have taken over
All gums and no teeth
Strangers with familiar faces
My storage space is almost full
I awake at four to the dawn repetition

Sat up dormant with a fuel line in my eye
An instant replay of a musing
I smile at the monkey on my back
Devoid it has captivated me
Spoon feeding me the answers

The remedy is on your terms only
Drowning the sound out I stop
Counting upwards
Not going too deep
I take comfort in my solitude

Author: Sam Freek

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