Having borne the brutal burden of a breathing body,
Having lived to the end of my days,
I shall gladly take leave of this "stinking piece of flesh."
Once skin-rapped and bundled in beautiful clothes,
An outer presentation for others to see.
Secret thoughts forced into silence,
Feelings of rage and fear held tight,
Insanity so nicely transformed into an oft-smiling face.
Cold bones looking for warmth,
Outstretched arms looking for someone to hold.
A labyrinth mind always wanting more,
Searching for a truth never near.
And then "those tasks"........ so many things left undone, (Note: You can view every article as one long page if you sign up as an Advocate Member, or higher).
Unpaid bills, broken dreams, relationships unresolved,
Life never quite complete.
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