To be or not to be?

an honest question and perhaps even a warning; to those who would forget how to live.

It is funny how living can fade to such dull embers.

You forget what it’s like
To whisper “I love you”
In the middle of the night
Only to feel them snuggle against you in agreement.

You forget what it feels like
To wake up
Full of energy
Or
To sleep
Peacefully

You forget
What you should remember
And remember
What you should forget

And gentle winds 
Become violent storms
And you loose yourself
In the tourturing abyss
Of forgotten lessons.

When you forget what it is to live
How to live
Then what are you?
But some skipping record
A repeating, intricate system of oxygen and carbon exchange.

You’re nothing but an exibit of broken bones.
A menagerie of past lives and long faded menories.
A body without a soul.

You’re rotting and not living.
A pocket watch that will gain no more scratches nor any dents,
To prove it has lived.
But still,
Still,
It will it tick on
Till their is no more time

And a watch,
As plain as it was,
The day it was made, 
Will be all you are
And all you will ever be.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Emma Kirchhoff]

Really liking this piece! Breaking up each phrase was very creative, and the word choice felt very natural. Thank you for sharing!