Power and Weakness

Now I know,

Now I can feel,

Now I remember.

What it’s like to be alone,

In a world full of people.

In a room full of smiles,

I feel empty.

Looking past the faces,

Into the white washed walls.

The hurt in my knuckles,

The nauseous feeling in my stomach,

To the pounding in my head.

I still feel numb.

Numb to the pain.

Numb to the very feeling that revived

What was dead.

Now as the tree grows grey once more

You reach out with water,

To a root that asks for death.




The beat of the music

Fills the beat in my heart.

Until you get back from your slumber.Now I know,



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