Friday, December 18, 2015

The Hearing Eye

out there
maddening
spinning
unstopping
but i am hollow
quiet
un-serene
a vacant glare
without feeling
without focus
isolated
laughter lying
smiles mangled
filled with pain
coiled
ending in flames
stemming from seed
i am monotone
here but hovering
alive but flat
peering down
an image of me
but not me
an illusion
a veil of fabric
someone i don't want to be
a soul who needs saving
yanked from the inside
organs and blood exposed
does my heart still beat
do my lungs continue to breathe
do i have a pulse
why do i not feel
you stopped knocking on my door
hollow remains
tangled in the branches of time
needing to be unraveled

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