Monday, March 1, 2010




I wait for the words,
To prove I am alive.
Perhaps after all of this,
I did not survive.

Had I survived,
I would see some light.
Not always feel trapped,
In this endless night.

Had I survived,
I would want to feel.
Not have to convince myself,
That I am real.

I have never been
So viciously beaten.
Left lying breathless,
While my soul was eaten.

You left no mark.
Not a single bruise.
I wonder.
Are you so gentle,
With all those you use?

Was I special?
A world-class event?
Or just some marrow for you to suck,
While you paid your rent.


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