Awake, Yet Not Alive
You're afraid of dying—
but tell me, are you truly alive?
You might say yes,
but haven’t you buried a thousand dreams?
Let them rot quietly in the corners of your heart,
until they become shadows that haunt you.
Haven’t you become
a living corpse,
breathing without purpose,
a flame once burning bright, now flickering?
You are not torn by a tiger’s claw,
but devoured by the tiger of your mind.
Are you lost in the forest of your thoughts?
Or have you locked yourself away,
trapped in the silence of your own fear—
too afraid to live?
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