Not Quite Dead

Time and i quarreled
all hours are midnight now
much of sadness and
more of loneliness

i am searching for
something, anything
to find the me
who was here before

no one to sit with
or to speak to
friend to friend
nothing to hear except
my heart beating in space
as if the world was ending

then utter silence
and the empty world
the room, the bed
me, not quite dead
but very soon to be
a handful of forgotten dust

not to think
not to be
never quite believed
things that I shall not see

is there not
something in grey skies
the world behind my eye’s
dreams i would have liked
to know tears
but not smiles

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

14 thoughts on “Not Quite Dead

      1. But you have not read the one’s I don’t share, how I really feel , ugly, uneverything, shut up in my house, turned away all my friends. I am all alone because I ran everyone off.

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