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broken - PC

Posted to Poetry




i'm cold
and the light is starting to fade
it would help if i could see
but my glasses are broken
and i am too flawed to see without them
this is not a metaphor
my life has never been the shadows on the wall
instead pulsing debilitating essence of life
it knocks me out sometimes
but i've never blacked out
i'm blessed or cursed with the knowledge
of what i've done and what i will probably do
it's beautiful outside
spring is coming - clean air
hinting as it always does, at a new beginning