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Down Here


So here I am again

Sat on four unwelcome wheels

A seat soft but lacking

Waiting for a porter to push away

my independence

Sabotage my thoughts

Transport me to where my vision of life

will be sliced in half

My voice instantly lowered

Sometimes distorted


The sign up ahead needs reading

I am whisked away before my request

can be formed

The rough pavement delivers shockwaves

through my legs

Abrupt emergency stops

My vision ahead cut short by turbulent turns

I am a vacant body removed from affairs up high

A subject of occasional compassion and need

But mostly an invisible carcass


Down here I am a forgotten prisoner

Baggage with no destination

A broken machine with no manual

Down here I am a solitary moving figure

Enduring a journey whilst falling