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Better asleep than conscious.
by Sam RobertsNow Im here, catching my fall
Sombre, silent, sickened by
the stillness of my corpse.
Floating slowly, silently out of myself.
Now Im here watching,
waiting to be laced back into my nightmare
Laced back into my natural state
Trespassing over my own remains,
That were once so beautiful,
I wait, shivering slightly,
As I softly succumb
to the torture of being awake. 04/04/2003 Author's Note: I really don't know..
Posted on 04/04/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rhodora M Fitzgerald on 04/05/03 at 12:47 AM Ooooh, can I use beautiful and morbid in the same sentence?...lol Loved the line...."Trespassing over my own remains"... what an image! |
| Posted by Richard Trotter on 01/27/04 at 09:46 PM I can relate to this emptiness, another well written piece. |
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