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What Am I ?
Forcibly shut Pandora’s box,
Imprisoned the anguish,
Knotted tight those incessant thoughts,
Even vacuumed out my dreams;
What am I left with now?
A pristine, untangled life,
Neatened and clean,
Routine and sane,
But…barren, asleep…
Is this the entombment of myself?
‘coz find that inadvertently,
My smile too is sealed away,
The sparkle snuffed, warmth frozen,
And only a silent resentful coldness
rules.
So am I the resigned, walking dead now?
~Glowing Embers~
11th
Aug 2005
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