Vital signs worrying, just a flicker in essence
barely breathing, hardly living, approaching obsolescence
in this room without a view
a life lived with no aim, end game, just a statue
Sometimes pace back and forth, talk to the walls
the conversations are stale at best, but nothing falls
everything stays the same
except the date, on the calender, still no one came
Another year creeps past
stealthy it clings to the shadows cast
the days flow by
but I can no longer find any tears to cry
Long to feel the sun again, the warmth of the summer
the cooling breeze of the winter,but all I do is slumber
here in this hole in the dark
made to hide away from the world so stark
Thanks for reading.
Peace & Love.
Kyle
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