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I'M Alive
I can barely hear the sound of the engine of my favourite car Through all that traffic, the cheerful laughter coming from the bar I overhear parts of conversations on footsteps of passersby The soles of their shoes bid my dying soul goodbye I read an article about a successful business On a torn newspaper six months behind my success A hard pillow, my worldly belongings beneath my head A ragged bag doubling as my wardrobe and as my bed My stomach nags me to be fed like a neglected child Bitter tears hurt the cracked skin around my eyelids It’s been some days without a bite and strangely Though starved, I have no appetite for food nor for life lately I pass out and wake up to eyes staring back at me I couldn’t sleep so I’m either dead or in a dream... The scent of a half plate of food infront of me, “Are you hungry mister?” I mutter something that scares them off like I’m a monster The sun comming up warms my pale existence on the cold cement Dewdrops on my face attempt to wash my darkened skin pigment Full of earwax I can barely hear that engine again that revs My pulse and I rise to my feet and shout, “I’m alive!”
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