Lifetime Poem by Florence Badejo

Lifetime



It's seven twenty-five, I don't feel alive and nor do I feel departed
I'm sitting at home all alone as if I'm empty hearted
I am unable to sense anyone else's being
For I am dull and have no feeling
I thrash about with a doubt wondering of my existence
Asking why with no reply but I keep up my persistence
Days go by as I wonder why I can't figure out my reason
But in time I'll find my answer as we go season to season
~2008~

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Nerisha Kemraj 14 May 2010

great write :) keep it up

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Florence Badejo

Florence Badejo

Pawtucket, Rhode Island
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