Comfortably Numb

by | Oct 6, 2007 | Poetry | 0 comments

Running the corridor that never ends
Searching relentlessly the wall of doors
Revisited by smells and visions
Vivid as the reality that shattered into my consciousness

Dulled by alcohol and indifference
Warmed by the hearth of a strange fire
Do you know this place?

Anesthetised, we sleep standing in our shoes
Sometimes woken by a nervous reflex
Another drink?
Sorry, time gentlemen please!


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