Sedate Me

Sedate me,
Sedate me, my friend
I see the dark tunnel,
But not the light at the end.

I need to rest,
In peace,
In this place where
I cannot sleep

Haunted,
By the ghosts of the present,
I haunt,
And question my existance
As the world flows around me and 
I don't make ripples

In the pond of life;
I am a non-existant pebble,
slipping, sliding 
Across the dark waters

In which depths I long to sink.
Sedate me, please
Release me,
Kill me


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Jeremy Stringer
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