Being Saved

Reality saved me - my
waking dream of
horrors and demons
took me wandering to
regions I did not recognise
yet knew
I was there - but
they wrestled me
and the needle bright
brought no
movement except of the mind
boiling - they
lifted me and
set me upright
so I had to face
the waking day, the
awful reality
and that saved me.
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