Just Breathing
My heart is a stone, so heavy its in my stomach.
Maybe that's the pressure I feel daily, making me feel
the need to vomit.
Sick and disgusted with life I've reached my summit.
So high I should just jump off and plummet.
Eagerly awaiting the fast approaching fate of
permanence.
A dying breed indeed, loyal, while others break
their covenant.
To which once had meaning, a purpose.
That hasn't been seen in the rear view for
quit some distance.
Left only as a remnant of its former self,
devoid of substance.
Sussurations between walls, as myths, and
folklore, for storied entertainment.
The values and morals of a life that never was.
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