I long to go under

Lose consciousness, go blank

Slip away into nothingness.

What does that say about me?

A local’s not enough.

I don’t need the area around the wound deadened

I need to be deadened.

I am the wound.

Put me out, put me under

Let me go down into the void.

Maybe I’ll come back

Maybe not

Either way, I’ll have relief at last.

 

Inspired by The Daily Post Daily Word prompt: local