Barely Alive

We are all falling apart to different degrees,

Limbs flailing, scarcely connected—

And hearts with murmurs skip beats,

Thinking of love and human inventions.

Metacognitive of fleeting seconds,

And eyes that will never stare back.

Sometimes we begin to wonder,

Who it is living in our dreams—

The face we see every night,

Before and after we go to sleep.

The world that we have built so soundly,

Is being torn to the ground around us—

Soon lovers meet and pass;

Cloudy eyes are left when nothing else is;

Your face is left, when nothing else is.   

       DannYetman

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