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Life looks dim
Through empty eyes.
Nothingness, what I've become,
Wasted youth is a sin.
Falling to pieces and smash
Against cold earth,
No arms at my rescue,
Cries of understanding sting
Bones remain paralyzed.
A field of windmills, spinning,
Pour electricity into the air.
Wiring in my body rejects the help,
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Paralysis
Date: Tuesday, 3rd February 2009 @ 11:27:34 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: HonestInk

Mobility shatters beneath me
Life looks dim
Through empty eyes.
Nothingness, what I've become,
Wasted youth is a sin.
Falling to pieces and smash
Against cold earth,
No arms at my rescue,
Cries of understanding sting
Bones remain paralyzed.
A field of windmills, spinning,
Pour electricity into the air.
Wiring in my body rejects the help,
Existence is a prize of short breaths.

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