Out Of Touch
The last words he said rang like bells of awakening
like thunder rolling on a hot summers night with no escape from the torcher of it's inhabitants I've wrestled with those words for years on end wishing I could hear them once more
but no...just the crickets outside my door
buying time with their melodic tunes of annoyance once so engulfed in the rapid paced world my world has slowed down to an unfamiliar pace sensitizing my desensitizing nature which I hid for so long
now on display like an art show for the side showI call ..."My Life"
the last words he said was a question that I denied required answers of emotions, but I lied not realizing I was awaiting our lost time just a moment in thought, wish I could unwind yet I find myself re-living it simultaneously as I live an awakened zombie from the pain within his words will haunt me forever until I forgive, just not worthy of such a gift
but no...just the crickets outside my door
buying time with their melodic tunes of annoyance once so engulfed in the rapid paced world my world has slowed down to an unfamiliar pace sensitizing my desensitizing nature which I hid for so long
now on display like an art show for the side showI call ..."My Life"
the last words he said was a question that I denied required answers of emotions, but I lied not realizing I was awaiting our lost time just a moment in thought, wish I could unwind yet I find myself re-living it simultaneously as I live an awakened zombie from the pain within his words will haunt me forever until I forgive, just not worthy of such a gift
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