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Halfway Gone
Incinerating
Deep inside
It feels like someone’s
Gonna die
Lives have slipped
Through time’s confines
The chains that bind
The young and wise
To be so close
But far away
I cannot bear
Another day
The knives that prod
My tortured mind
Have numbed my senses
And closed my eyes
I do not live
I only breathe
My pulse is here
But I’m on leave
I’m slowly slipping
Down the hill
I feel like leaving
And I will
My time is up
And I’ve long since gone
But I’m still here,
So what went wrong?
Deep inside
It feels like someone’s
Gonna die
Lives have slipped
Through time’s confines
The chains that bind
The young and wise
To be so close
But far away
I cannot bear
Another day
The knives that prod
My tortured mind
Have numbed my senses
And closed my eyes
I do not live
I only breathe
My pulse is here
But I’m on leave
I’m slowly slipping
Down the hill
I feel like leaving
And I will
My time is up
And I’ve long since gone
But I’m still here,
So what went wrong?
Published 4th Jun 2011
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25th Aug 2013 00:09am
My pulse is her but I'm on leave - great line - great poem- Not only did you capture and articulate 'those' feelingis most of us can identify with at one time or another but you gave it excellent rythme - nice flow
