Trance


Waking up to my alarm and lifting my head,
I open my eyes to quiet darkness
then curl into a child’s pose on my bed
for another minute of stillness.

Defending my eyes against unholy light,
I remain in blackness while changing clothes
then look out my window at the night
and wonder what lies in the shadows.

Roaming campus before dawn,
I wonder if I am still dreaming
then continue to walk along
but in reality feel like screaming.

Sometimes, when no one is around,
I want to run, just so I can be found.

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