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What is the point of living
if you are truly not alive
mere shadow in the world
Existing unnoticed by anyone
clothes mock starved skin
mimicking touch only felt in dreams
Passing through life silently
there is no reason to speak
and none wanting to listen
Time passes, hours and minutes
alone, each second a paper cut
slicing into what remains of me
if you are truly not alive
mere shadow in the world
Existing unnoticed by anyone
clothes mock starved skin
mimicking touch only felt in dreams
Passing through life silently
there is no reason to speak
and none wanting to listen
Time passes, hours and minutes
alone, each second a paper cut
slicing into what remains of me
Published 8th Jul 2022
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8th Jul 2022 3:43am
9th Jul 2022 1:51am
I haven't read a poem that fits into what I became & live on !!! BEAUTIFUL JOB... QUITE MOVING !!! Especially the line "No reason to speak & none wanting to listen"
12th Jul 2022 7:18pm
What's the point, indeed? I can definitely identify, and have been there many times. As a caregiver now to a child who struggles hugely, might I tentatively suggest that part of the point (and a big part of our story) can be to help others... eventually, at least. I'm a big believer in borrowing each other's strength or hope until we find ours again. Beautifully written.
13th May 2024 12:35pm
