The weight of silence descends upon me
Like a blanket of dense dead leaves
My lungs scream trying to breath
And I hear loved ones as they greave
I am not done yet why can’t you see
I am here but invisible it seems
As always you look past me to others
My life plays out like series of dreams
I float thru life on a dust covered cloud
That is dirty, deceiving and lying
With a centre that holds the dying me
From lack of moisture from excess crying
The road I walk is like black molasses
And my world, dense, thick with disgust
Times when death would be better
That is born from bitter years of distrust
The quiet reflection in my mirror
Stares back at me silently screaming
With tears of mucus slime and shit
Stopping large, bright eyes, from gleaming.
The inside me is beautiful and fun
But my shell will not let me surface
To break free from my smothering shell
But is my self esteem just worthless
I look to the surface of my frozen mind
Hoping for a break in the conjured ice
To be up there where others live
Would purely and simply just be nice
I hold my breath and push on up
Banging my fists in bloody defiance
My body weak my knuckles wrecked
I am discarded like a used appliance.
Why I ask as the darkness creeps in
Why do I not feel part of the within
I tried and tried to no avail it seems
My dead lifeless body now void of sin
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