I lie asleep, movement just another dream
My consciousness is trapped in slow, deep breaths
100 years, I shall lie
In a trance; unbreakable without you
Without your lips embracing my own
100 years of confinement within a rag doll for a body
But, I cannot change the inevitable
If I could, I would have been with eyes wide open long ago
It has now been 99 years
It is becoming hard to tolerate
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
