PLACES

Here,
I'm tired. I'm out to sleep.

Over There,
it's like there's an electric fence,
and I've been zapped so many times
I don't see any reason to move.

Here,
hearing shuts down.
And sleep, (what happened to morphine enhanced sleep?),
sleep is ever so terrorizing.
Every moment, every memory, repressed is released.
Sometimes it's sleep: round 2, welcome to hell!
Sometimes it's nothing, but aimless wandering.

There,
I am not.

Here,
something tight is inside.
It's stuck.
Reverberating rhythm, plaguing pulse,
I'm doomed.
(Where is my intrepid adrenaline?)

Over There,
do you know me?
I think not. I never told you my name.

There,
I'm not quite incognito.

Here,
I'm tired. I'm really tired.