Shorted Out

Surreal poem

As the electricity
Ran through me
Takingf a hold of me
Letting me move
I knew their was
for little reason other than
The man who wanted to see me
who ran away

I have shorted out now though
There is nothing left
As nothing was here
Ever before

The electricity which once ran through my nerves 
has now flown past its life
I have shorted out 

The End

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