They tell me my ribs hurt
Because I don't eat
I think it's because I'm dying
Like the soft dawn
On a rocky beach
Cold, and unnoticed
Such beauty, held with such pain.
I can almost feel my breath gasp away.
I'm not scarred on the outside
Nor do I sport physical wound.
But I bleed and writhe on the inside
With scars festering my soul
More than a thousand knives
That scrape inside, between my ribs
Numbing my heart
To all existence, leaving pain.
Such mortality I feel.
Lying alone at night
Cold, empty, alone
The clich� human condition.
Eventually, my eyes close
And I dream of things that come
That won't come, making life the illusion
And my dreams the reality.
Then the sun comes, oh the joyous sun
To break apart my sanity, my happiness
To arouse me from my truth
And give me beauty of the day
Feelings return, against my will
Between the radiance of two worlds
Here and my dreams.
Then I'm awake. Fully awake.
My eyes open.
And my ribs hurt.
Back
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