Immortality

Solid thoughts float his mind.
Inside he trembles;
remembers whats left behind.
What he hates, he resembles.
What he wants, he can't find.

The long journeys eat away.
His skin is cracking.
No place to go or stay.
Body like a statue waiting
for something to say.

He can try to speak
and words flow.
But what came was a leak,
words not right to show,
words they did not seek.

He wants to cry,
But there are no tears.
One eternity to say goodbye,
and he gives into his fears.
He wishes that he could die.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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