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The 5150 Series: 6/26/2014
Alone
An island drifting in an endless sea of people and blank expressions
Not seeing the pain in my eyes
Blind to the hurt in my soul
Never knowing who I am
Or where I've been
Deaf to the cries for help
The sobs of anguish
The continuous calling for an end
An end to the joke that is existence
An existence of incongruity between mind and body
Confusing to those who are ignorant
Those who see only with their eyes
Not their hearts
If there are hearts for them to have
Fade to black
The end
All is not well in the realm of eternity
An island drifting in an endless sea of people and blank expressions
Not seeing the pain in my eyes
Blind to the hurt in my soul
Never knowing who I am
Or where I've been
Deaf to the cries for help
The sobs of anguish
The continuous calling for an end
An end to the joke that is existence
An existence of incongruity between mind and body
Confusing to those who are ignorant
Those who see only with their eyes
Not their hearts
If there are hearts for them to have
Fade to black
The end
All is not well in the realm of eternity
Published 1st Feb 2015
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Anonymous
1st Feb 2015 5:16am
Good stuff....
3rd Feb 2015 7:43pm
