walking corpse

Your heart is broken

it has stopped its beating

the steady bum-bum-bum has lost its meaning

your world has stopped

but everything keeps moving

the storm inside you is no longer brewing

a walking corpse that is what you are

Your outer self is perfect, groomed to perfection

on the inside your body lacks all connection

you wake up

but you don't feel alive

a walking corpse, that is what you are

This poem is about: 
Me

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