Alive Poem by Derek Spoonmore

Alive



Every single night the same arrangement
I go out and fight the fight
Still I always feeel this strange feeling where
Nothing is real
Nothing is right
I've been making shows of trading blows
Just hoping no one knows that I've been
Going through the motions
Walking through the part
Where nothing seems to penetrate
My heart...

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Derek Spoonmore

Derek Spoonmore

Muncie, Indiana. USA
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