Somehow I feel nothing
It's almost amazing
To devoid of anything with emotion
My heart? where is it?
My pulse? I never had one
I'm dying again, and again
My box with of paper and meaning
The orange light at night
Starring through my age old glass
It's dying again, and again.
Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah | Year Posted 2012
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