Days when you forget how to breathe, how to walk how to eat.
The days where you're so numb you barely even realize that you're awake, alive.
You walk around in a trance like state with the body of a zombie and the mind of a new born baby, blank.
These are the days I fear.
The days happening more often than not.
They're coming close and closer, being sewn together into a quilt that will one day be used to cover my cold lifeless body so that the kids playing in the street won't be haunted by the sight of my breathless lips as two men carry me out an a stretcher into the long black car sitting idle next to the curb. Waiting to take me to the room where this quilt will cover my legs and catch the fallen tears from my so called "loved ones" as they lean over my open casket and leave red and pink lies upon my bloodless cheeks. Telling me that they will never forget me even though,
They already have.
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PoetryThese are some of my favorite of my poems. The ones I put the most into and I love the most. Vote/comment let me know what you think.
