Deep Feeling

November 28, 2007
By John Gaeng, Bel Air, MD

As I sit and stare into my mind
I feel my body disintegrating
I’m losing track of time.
My life is fading.
Not in a bad way
But a way that’s not worth trading.
My shoulders,
Float down to an endless ground.
My feet,
Are yet to be found.
My chest,
Stretches gently into a soft smoke.
I do nothing to change,
It’s a time I’m not willing to provoke.
I sit and enjoy

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