Finding the last bits of you
Searching for any remnants that will keep me happy
Any thing that can move me along
With weary eyes
Onlookers wondering if I'm alive
Wondering if there is still a breath in me
Wondering when I will return to life
Laying flat on the ground
Face down
Smelling the defeat of me
Dwelling in the emptiness of life
Soaking the ugliness of this earth
When will I return to be another face in the crowd
There is nothing left
My lips are dry
My hair is disheveled
I am broken
How I long to hear your voice once more
To revive these empty bones
To bring life to my lips
So that a new day does not seem like yesterday
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