I Could Be Dead, For I Do Not Feel... Poem by Mihaela Pirjol

I could be dead, for I do not feel…
Life around, —it seems unreal!
I do exist, with eyes in observation:
Scenes displayed in acts duration;
Either expressed with sense of comedy,
To me, no difference; as well, as tragedy.

I preserve existence to its basic needs:
Survival—, which with my essence feeds!
And day by day, I am dying more—more
Than already dead: —to be no more!
Living numb in my own slavery,
My final death welcome—an end to misery!

O, no! —I do not wish it! —do I? —
I cannot leave with just a sigh!
Hope concealed is beneath the veil:
For how could I have lived my life in vain?
I have Control and Human Pride:
Ridiculous it is…although, —My Life!