As I stare at the eyes of nothingness, I shiver...
As I hear the voice of silence, I quiver...
I held my own hands- their roughest.
I saw my own face- at its ugliest.
I tended my own heart- at its worst.
I coaxed my own lips- as for the right words it
failed to search.
And when life dawns to me again,
As after every moonlight, it always had,
All throughout its bright existence
I'll wonder sadly:
Will I ever find ONE life
Who'd be meant to shout that I'm sweetly ripe,
Even when I indeed am rotten?
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