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No One Am I
there is silence and there is stillness
old stale breathed air circulating
the odd ticking once in a while
breaking the suspended noiselessness
crawly skins on closed spaces
blunt fingernails scratches lazily
the mere movement showing life
coupled with eyes like dusty walls
within the mind a round space
paced round and round, again and again
question marks on its walls
bleeding to the floor unheeded
I watch from within bars
inside and outside looking out
listening to the ticking clock
sounds like disapproving clucks
of an elderly grandfather.
old stale breathed air circulating
the odd ticking once in a while
breaking the suspended noiselessness
crawly skins on closed spaces
blunt fingernails scratches lazily
the mere movement showing life
coupled with eyes like dusty walls
within the mind a round space
paced round and round, again and again
question marks on its walls
bleeding to the floor unheeded
I watch from within bars
inside and outside looking out
listening to the ticking clock
sounds like disapproving clucks
of an elderly grandfather.
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