My Life

My life is a shred of evidence,
Wrapped in a time warp, enclosed in a shrapnel,
Trying to scream but dying to tell,
Hoping for an escape and feeling out of place,
Running out of breath and running out of space,

In all a disaster waiting to happen,
A cart in need of a push into the abyss,
A dream in danger of being broken,
A dying breath without so much as a last kiss,

In all that happens and in all that stays,
In all the World, looking for stops and plays,
Seeking oxygen from the living world,
Stuck in a sentence, trying to squeeze between words,

But the coma will never awaken,
Till the resolve will strengthen,
Till the bow breaks,
Till the promise stays,

Till the bridge breaks apart,
Till the last embers of the heart,
Finds a place to rest,
And empties into the lost souls that dropped from the crest.



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An insight, all similarities are purely fictitious and intentional,
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