Mihaela Pirjol


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, don't I?
I cannot leave with just a sigh!
Hope concealed is under veil,
For how could I've lived my life in vain?
I have Control and Human Pride,
Ridiculous it is...Although My Life!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 7, 2014

Poem Edited: Friday, September 26, 2014


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