My Existence

Lucy Lockett on Jul 26, 2006

Tags: die, Existence, living dead

a poem about living

The food I eat turns to dust

The water I drink turns to rust

I cannot feel the winds cold breath

Nor the sea spray upon my chest

For I am the living dead

I wish not be and die instead

I cannot laugh I cannot cry

I cannot live I cannot die

For I am the living dead

I wish not be and die instead

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G-Unit on Mar 22, 2007
Fashizzle!
Meri Jeffrey on May 14, 2007
Your spirit is astonishingly alive and well since this work, greatly transcending the dead baggage you once carried around! Am I close? This is a beautiful portrayal of where I believe you once were, and no less a great piece of work! I believe you are alive and enjoying life more! Be blessed my child, be blessed!
Lucy Lockett on May 20, 2007
Thank you Meri! You are observant too! Poetry is a great form of expression and often helps to clear away some of those bogey thoughts. I am in a much better place now!
C A Johnson on Sep 26, 2007
Great job on the poem.
IcyCucky on Nov 6, 2007
I had the same feelings, and thoughts like this before. I can relate to this poem 100%.
nobert soloria bermosa on Apr 6, 2008
most people if not all..,went through this stage or will undergo through this,,you’re a very strong woman,, not everyone has the will to move on like you did

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