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Not Here
My hands are cold
unfeeling with frostbite of the soul
clenched against my chest again
with crescents of blood where nails used to be
Don’t take my palms and try to read the scars
they’re all lies from another life
where loneliness wasn’t ground-inducing
and the floor wasn’t covered with tears
I’m a shadow of someone
that could be loved
if only I could look you in the eye
instead of dead-gazing the horizon
Because dreams are best left for sleeping
and hope is just one more thing
the Gods have come to take away;
my entrails signing the sidewalk
that I was never here
© Indie Adams 2014
unfeeling with frostbite of the soul
clenched against my chest again
with crescents of blood where nails used to be
Don’t take my palms and try to read the scars
they’re all lies from another life
where loneliness wasn’t ground-inducing
and the floor wasn’t covered with tears
I’m a shadow of someone
that could be loved
if only I could look you in the eye
instead of dead-gazing the horizon
Because dreams are best left for sleeping
and hope is just one more thing
the Gods have come to take away;
my entrails signing the sidewalk
that I was never here
© Indie Adams 2014
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