Statues Poem by blake graves

Statues



I am alive but not living.
I am dead but still breathing.
I am empty on the inside.
Why can't I rest?
Why can't i just sleep myself to death?
The world is cold.
All the sparks have withered.
I am surrounded by statues.
I listen as they speak to me.
But I can not hear.
It's just as I feared.

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