I’m a dead man walking
A dead man talking
It’s all the same,
It’s all routine,
I’ve been dead since 17
I’m a walking corpse
A talking corpse
I’ve no emotion
No feeling
Any hope of a life
Is me simply dreaming
My body has a mind of its own
It goes to work and watches TV
But through its eyes
I can no longer see
My body’s alive and breathing
But I dies years ago silently screaming
Isn’t it time? Isn’t it right?
That my body gave in and quit the fight?
With no more me I must confess
I think my body should be laid to rest
A contest entry
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360 points, ended October 10, 2008, 27 entries
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Oh boy
Sounds like a great struggle to go on. Perhaps a little depression? But I think we all go through such times. I find that writing helps young poet.
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