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Poetry By: Mezquiteno


Submitted:Mar 24, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

My days are but dreams,

Or so it might seem.

What is real and isn't?

What's this? My prison?

I wake, but have a woken?

Is my heart still broken?

Did I fall asleep and didn't notice?

Of this life am I the most ignorant novice?

Are my feelings within imaginary?

Are they simply something temporary?

Is my voice an echo in my head?,

Am I alive or am I dead?

Am I everything I hoped to be?

No, I am the nothing I was brought up to be.


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