When The Gift Of Life Becomes A Curse
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Missing out, much too late.
I know I should be extremely grateful
For God's gift of life
But I have no life at all
Trapped like a rat
Behind four foreboding walls
No one rings
And no one calls
Trapped on an isolated uncharted island
Miles from home
Knife in my heart
Always alone
Sleep my only friend and escape
From harsh reality
Drifting off to adventures
Lost in a fantasy
As the light dwindles
getting ever closer
To draw into night
I feel lost
And wasted so much of my life
I can't turn back the clock now
But the guilt is still there
Like a ball and chain
Never touch the leaves on a tree
Feel fresh air breath on my face
Or rejoin the humanrace
Never kiss again
And enjoy the taste
Only in imagination
And the landscapes of my dreams
Sometimes I wish I could just drift off
And never awake
Again.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2024
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