Outside The Lines

August 7, 2012
Never ending tears
from things I can no longer feel.
Music was my solution;
I am now immune
My struggles are past the point
that I shall never wish to a foe
Alone, I'm fogged with dry, cold misery,
the world around me moves on.
and I wish it to hesitate
The people keep living, then there is I.
I stand, frozen, as life stories pass
Births, deaths, joys, and pains
I watch outside into the world's frame

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