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I Am Feeling Weaker


My eyes burn when the wind hits

My stomach churns when food sits

I sleep through all life’s good bits

And yet no one wonders why

 

I can’t stand for a long time

Breathing hard is my worst crime

I’m shaking, I feel like I’m

Alone and I don’t know why

 

I don’t know how to do this

I mess up and confuse this

I’ve beaten and I’ve bruised this

Eyes pointed to the sky

 

 

I’m reaching out can you feel me

Please understand this is the real me

I’m worried they are going to steal me

While I sit still and sigh

 

I really could use a hand now

Not my own, I’m scared of them now

I guess it’s time for the final bow

Once more before I die

 
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Ash17
<p>You are hella talented! This poem was absolutely captivating. Don&#39;t be afraid to reach out. :)</p>

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