A metaphor of life
Yet dead from within.
The depth of my soul shriveled
in the vastness of eternity.
Am I an existence?
Or merely a virtual reality?
With tamed thoughts
carefully designed.
By all means,
can I eloquently say
that I exist?
Simply from the gasp of my breath
and the beat of my heart?
Could it not be mechanical?
With reflex monotonously done.
A cry....
A laugh...
An anger.....
not enough evidence of my humanity.
For as I conceptualize
I envision myself......
entirely empty.
A contest entry
- Mirror, Mirror..... by cre8tiv-writer.
650 points, ended September 11, 2008, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Comments
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Wow. Awesome write!! I can definitely relate to the feelings of an empty soul seemingly running on Auto-Pilot....great job! (1) Good luck!
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