Alive

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  • Death

    Alive

    As the day goes on,
    My life slowly dies.
    Each day, each night slowly fades.
    I start to cry, wondering how much longer I have left,
    After a while I just give up on life,
    And as I say my goodbyes,
    My eyes slowly close and i lay lifelessly,
    I may be dead, but my mind is more ALIVE then ever

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Yoda413’s Poems (22)

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    The Lost One 0
    First love 0
    My Bleeding Soul 0
    Sorry 0
    What Happened 2
    Summer 0
    Why? 2
    Why? 1
    Us 0
    Cheated 0
    Found Him 0
    I Told You 0
    Alone 0
    Already There 1
    Broken Heart 1
    Cry -1
    Breech of Sadness 2
    Broken Roads 0
    Friends 0
    Alive 0
    The Day 1
    My Love 0