The walking corpse

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a poem

Submitted: December 12, 2012

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Submitted: December 12, 2012




something that has become a constant part of my life

like breathing and drinking.

I've become so used to it.

The stab of jealousy and agony and critical thoughts that flash beind my eyes

I woke up shoked this morning.

Not from the demon in my mind stabbing me with my own words

but something as strange to me as the bitterness was at first.

I felt...nothing.

No guilt

No hate

No anger

No sadness

No depression

No coldness

No heat

I'm trapped in a state of in-beetween

Numbed by the pain

Burnt by the fire of anger

now I'm just a shell of emptiness

a ghost of emotions.

What is this feeling?

I'm a walking corpse

My insides hollow as my words.


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