i could be sailing now

or playing poker in a tournament 
i could be living
but, alas, i am whithering
walking in the normal routine
the living dead walk among me
for i am one of them
we limp, walk, and drag
but we do not break away

Submitted: January 13, 2009

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I like your poem!

Tue, January 13th, 2009 1:37am


thanks if you liked that read "gore at the pool"

Mon, January 12th, 2009 5:43pm

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