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Alive, but Dead

Updated on March 21, 2016

Tossed right into the air, out of despair,

With my my lungs tighten, with my eyes lit to just a glare,

Is it fair that I am breathing still, when my touch is rough and I have not pair,

Songs have sang away from me, only noise has crowded my route,

Time has taken me to the future worn out,

My heart pumps on fumes while my body shrivels,

In the nights I pray still, while my mind, during the day is corrupted by the artificial,

So that when I am free to leave, when my time has come,

I won't leave with my soul numb,

Ran over and over while laying on my back, I leave my heart to the sun,

It remains pure and bright and shines humbly,

The moon tunes the night, so that your future remains bright in the dark justly,

Alas, sometimes the light can blind your perspective of what lovely truly is.


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      Along with the wind 24 months ago from colorado

      Yes I am fine, thank you always exploring for reading!

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 24 months ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh, this made me feel sad. I hope all is well with you and you will find the light. Life is so precious..