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Nausea
Like the look you give
After a sleepless night
At decisions you made
The night before
At the pages you wrote
Without a correction
Your enthusiasm dies
In the sensible light
Like walking on eggshells
Most of them broken
Feeling defensive
Avoiding all motion
Like losing significance
Or human expression
All you have left
Is some vague impression
A memory of details
That have no connection
Two eyes and a nose
But not recognition
It fails to seduce you
It fails to enthral you
It grows all around you
And quickly consumes you
The colours around you
All swim into grey
The detail is painful
It strikes you again
You don’t know where you are
It defies comprehension
The cracks on the ceiling
Demand your attention
This nausea, it takes you
And fastens it’s grip
You would give your all
To just dull your wits
© Matthew Yexley 1997.
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