Rude Awakening
Tell me why I do not feel anything,no type of love to pursue,
nothing to prove,
just another average day
I'm not the one who has changed
not the one marked as strange,
hidden away on hand me down furniture,
out of sight and mind
Such a pathetic hypocrite,
with a transparent face,
stretching at the seams,
gasping at the nothingness
seeping from inside,
a cavity filled with dust,
and yellowed newspaper,
buried yesterdays forgotten
What has happened to
the family that I once knew?
welcome to another rude awakening...
have they all passed away?
mathiasthom
written 5/28/09
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