Hollow

Fri, 07/12/2019 - 08:56 -- Salia4

My mind is loud,

        but I am not thinking

My eyes watch,

        but I am not seeing

I am alive,

        but I am not living

I can move,

        speak,

        breath,

but I am not in control.

 

The reflection in the mirror

        may have my face

but it is not mine

        as my soul no longer lies

just beyond my eyes

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