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Live My Death (Free verse) by Rich Clark
Pain can sometimes be so subtle
lights can barely aid my sight
clouded eyes disregard their purpose
awakening me to something deeper
No longer can I cry in agony
I whisper silent lonely petitions
They mean something, nothing to me
can be represented fully
I fell slowly, carefully
bend one knee, the other comes next
head bows down, my own equilibrium
means nothing now, gravity
eases my back onto the floor
eyes close anticipating impact (never felt)
head finds home in white carpet (always there)
Laying there and looking up
I think I'm finally finished.
May I never find the strength
to pull myself back up again
this numbness, lack of self I sense
is how I'd like to live my death.
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