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Awake
by Sam RobertsCorrode the mind
I am rusty
A dead element, chisel my face
Debased
I am a criminal of words
Disillusioned, I am not beautiful.
Mirror maze, my complexion crisis.
my personality disorder
*Quiet*
I am frozen
Desolate
I am a carcass
Silent
Solid in the bath
Numb, no feeling.
Chilly
I am put to sleep
Floating fingers
motionless
I am alive
Overflow the bath tub
Push me further in
I am happy
Dirty, now clean
I am dead
Smooth hair
Flowing with the red mess
I am bloody
Dried-up
I am sad
And if no one had found me
I would be happy. 05/14/2003 Posted on 05/13/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 05/17/03 at 04:08 PM Awake of what? Awareness? Aware of what? What is? And WHAT IS is aware of WHAT SHOULD BE. Role playing will have to continue despite the conflict, intentionally. External just cant be avoided. It can be ignored. Role playing is the easiest way to ignore. I can so easily identify with this piece of yours. |
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