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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Pondering about my existence lying here staring at the ceiling the reality of my presence. I am dead walking upon the living. Everyone that has enter my life made promises to love me, Each promise that was broken took a piece of life from me. They say we live in the land of the free, But in this world everything has a price and nothing is free. People use and abuse you throw you away when they no longer have use for you. Life has taken my happiness all that is left is sadness. I walk with the living like nothing has happen, but the universe knows everyone that’s crooked. The molesting priests the liars, the untrustworthy thieves, murders in solitary. We all are dead, and they walk this earth right along with me. To be alive but non-existing, to see the same faces everyday but not speaking. Having to be touched with no emotion, I am emotionally exhausted shallow exhaling. Suffocating in silence as I walk through the crowded streets, No one sees the decay, but me. Swallow up with misery dehydrates me, and thirsty for the living to notice me. I walk upon the living sluggish as if I was a fixture of an unfinished piece of equipment. Footsteps left of evidence that I was here. No one will notice because no one cares. I am in limbo death of an unbaptized infant a lifetime of darkness. Cursed by evil parents’ leaves me damage, I am alive but no longer living. Condemn to eternal punishment, as my heart at rest I confess I been walking dead. I am an observer even a spectator feeling like a human gallbladder there but not needed. A musical instrument with no sound vibrations: a guitar with broken strings playing a silent harmony. One beautiful blank canvas I am Picasso with no paintings. A negative that will never be seen I am a photograph without developing. I am physically walking among the living, and I am not even breathing. Until I lay in my grave everything will remain the same. When I am called to those pearly gates I will finely find happiness, And no longer be walking dead upon the living. As I leave my footsteps behind me, death walks as a passenger besides me.
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