Nearly the end of the year
The end of a century
A millennium
But nowhere near
The end of my life
I tried
But failed
At living
And dying
Comatose
Yet aware
Present
Yet absent
On the move
Without destination
Trying to run
From myself
Feelings
Overwhelming me
Thoughts
Torturing me
Life
Is for the living
So what am I doing here?
(dec 1999)
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