Existing.A Poem by RibhyMayThere is a very thin line between living and being alive.
I don't feel much these days.
I used to feel everything; The wind on my face, My heart beginning to race, The spark in my smile, It's crackle, and all the while, The smell of the grass, Freshly cut outside, The buzz of the bee, That's unwilling to hide, The swoops of the planes That soar up ahead, The feel of the sheets On my freshly made bed, The sight of my books, Soon to be in my hands, The crash of the symbols, The roar of brass bands, Everything a human can feel and more, But I don't feel these things, Not any more.
© 2016 RibhyMayAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRibhyMayDevon, United KingdomAbout- Unconventional Writer. - One of Britain's most average specimens. - Socially inept. - Has good days and bad days. - Likes crap telly and hot beverages. - Is somewhat musical. - Life ambition:.. more..Writing
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