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Okay. So I'm not dead.
by Aaron BlairIn the mirror, my face looks like a white balloon,
floating above my body, but not connected to anything.
So this is life at twenty-two. I'm starting to feel like
a miracle, like I've risen from the dead, only,
this time not wearing my shroud as a badge of honor,
not treating death like a lover, parted, but we hope
that we'll meet again. Those days are gone.
It's not always everything is beautiful or nothing is.
In the land of the living, there are a million shades of gray. 12/08/2004 Author's Note: I used to figure I'd end up killing myself before I got very old. But now I guess probably not.
Posted on 12/09/2004
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 12/09/04 at 07:58 PM I can really relate to this, with that feeling of being too close to death as if it's bound to happen sooner rather than later. But then one day, I woke up.. and figured, well why not live one more day out? :) |
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