I Have Decided To Get Up

By Eilidth Hamilton

The black stallions that gallop over the dunes of my bedsheets,

They drink the salt waters of my dead sea, 

Where I lie face down beneath the tumultuous duvet drowning out the sounds,

Wishing for the end, 

And the long-awaited message from the great beyond cannot be bottled up,

Shielding myself from the realities of the silent killer that is reality, For the

truth is clearly pictured in the frame of the mirror, 

Bolted to the bedroom door, 

It is in the stale air and putrid odour of an unwashed body, 

I have become stagnant, 

I have taken all my reasons to go on and have fed them to

Cerberus, My will to live has been trashed, my spirit thrashed, 

My soul, the inhabitant of an empty carcase,  

But I can feel something, 

A spark, I have never thought of myself as electrical, 

But I have now taken the form of a wicker man, 

And now I am engulfed, 

My body built from the structure of a wood nestled in some sleepless

night, If pain is a pyre, then let the waters which bury me, quench the

flames, And the smoke shall lift me up onto the plains of reticence, 

But I can feel something, 

I no longer wish to lie with dogs and wait a hundred years, 

This is my defining moment! 

This is my magnum opus! 

This is my revolution! 

This is my time! 

I have decided to get up

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