Lifeless

it is the imaginative immortality lying between living and dying
crouched in the dark and grasping by the light
only to remain sightless;
we talk to whom we challenge of who we believe
of the consequence of the acts and events
only to remain unheard;
from that unpeculiable state of mind of hurt discussions
to the lovely eyes of the new lips calling
and i wonder
'why did they leave me?'





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