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I'm Out Of My Dreams  3/12/2021...the pain-body and dreams




I am a pain body
I've been told what it means
and my face is by its definition

tonight I woke from my dreams
pinned down by them
by my shoulders

my mouth was open
and other mouths were there
pouring their sorrows and pain
into my mouth

I am their cup
I am told
the world is full of suffering
and you are our vessel
and we will fill you up
with grief

and pain
which all Humanity needs
to wake them up

but wait
I say
I didn't sign onto this
I didn't agree


Circumstance
they tell me
is what happens to you
and you reflect a certain purple light
with a hidden shadow

we know it was you
what did you see when you awoke
a small network of spider webs
and tiny points of light
scurrying around

did you feel pinned down
by your shoulders
were you no longer hungry
for pain
yet it came to you
in your shoulders first
in you dangling knees
and in your head

its not some far off echo
stop shaking your head
we live there
now with you
we
are
the voices of those
who suffered
unspoken and now are dead

you're out conduit
you're our ears
you're out malleable one
you're the chosen one
because you hear
and hear
and hear

the pain is your body now
the pain is your dreams
the pain is your
companion now

you don't have our permission
to leave

but I have an appointment
I tell them
as my thoughts reverberate
across the real world
into their kind

an appointment
good luck with that
they see me
AS THEIR RAT
they think they've cornered me
made me their Algernon
their Charlie
with flowers they know
I only like in the ground
a place where I will never be

I feel pain in my body
but they don't yet have me

I pinch my face
and the web dissolves
into words
I'm out of my dreams.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 3:19 MARCH 12, 2021 TIME/DATE STAMPED
AND ALSO FOR THIS POET MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS
LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD

WRITTEN DIRECTLY AFTER A PAIN DREAM, TO VANQUISH IT..
AND TO TRAP ITS WORDS ONTO THIS PAGE. 3/12/2021
WILL RETURN TO EDIT IF AND WHEN NECESSARY





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