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Reflection of Self

Poetry By: Ian Dawn
Poetry



This is something I just am making up as I am typing now.
No real need but a spark of an ideal.

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Submitted:Aug 6, 2011    Reads: 50    Comments: 9    Likes: 5   


My eyes are open

But I can not see

My ears do listen

but sound alludes me

I talk, but am quiet

And touch, but not feel

My heart is beating,

but my body is still

I am scared of the dark

But do not ever quiver,

I feel the cold wind,

But never ever shiver

I loath, but not hate

Never to know elation

As my body shuts down

from years of depravation

I am sick in the mind

And mostly the soul,

But its not a burdon

I can ever control

I stare at the water

My reflection I do see

and A life I once had

that will never again be.

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