NEURAPATHY

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NEURAPATHY

Your blood stops circulating through your body,

and you never feel it, when your toes are sliced off.

The feet are next.

Your body, nothing but a chunk of salami -

pieces of yourself, sliced away.

You shiver, so cold, that your lips turn blue.

You try to get warm, but become frustrated,

the cold makes you numb.

You feel helpless, unable to shield yourself, 

while stones are thrown at you.

So many, that you’ve stopped feeling the pain

as they hit your torso over and over again.

And, you never quite understand why

The passion inside your soul

is being smothered, and the fire that burned

inside your heart has been doused.

 and here you are, alone in the dark . . .

no passion, flame gone,

no toes, no feet,

lips blue, numb,

afraid of pain,

alive,

without a life!

 

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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