I feel like like an empty husk
Lying on the ground motionless
The wind blowing away the helpless dust
As the ground lies unfeeling in the place deserted
Someone else can feel my fingers
My soul is outside the body
I'm light like a feather
Although the scale says it's heavy
I'll be blown away anytime now
A weak breeze can send me flying
I cannot push or pull, up or down
Inside my inner being is silence
Mind without body
Essence without flesh
Something is there, but so is nobody
The very essence of death
- Author: bummy ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2023 05:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Current feelings which are similar to dissociation
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 8
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