Dying Inside
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MEME BY MY DEAR FRIEND MEL
Remove those chains,
Around my painful wrists.
Remove these hurting hands,
From my screaming throat.
And stop your burning breath,
From my hurting arms,
My aching heart,
My crying brain.
Return to me the sight,
The speech, hearing, the legs.
Let me down from this tree,
This prison,
This fleeting life.
Like smoke blowing in the wind,
Disappearing,
Gone.
Words restored to script.
Words turned into rhyme.
Wheels instead of legs.
Live like never thought
Could be.
Seeing sun, hearing wind,
Feeling love,
For more than just me,
Far more.
© Darren White
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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