Tuesday, May 17, 2011

jaded.

it beats. steady, rhythmically, constantly.
and yet, sometimes i wonder if i am still alive.
how do you doubt the pounding pulse in your very own chest?
and yet, i do.
nothing seems real. a tangled, meshed, fantasy.
and yet, it is.
am i real? can you sense warm blood in my veins?
and yet, it seems you can’t.
maybe i am non-existent in a sense. i don't feel.
and yet, i suffer.
observe the throbbing. thump thump. thump thump.
and yet, no sympathy or change of heart.
the bible says to accept the bad, and embrace what you've been given.
and yet, i can't.
accepting is like ripping your heart out and twisting.
and yet, it happens.

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