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What is this rude awakening
that keeps recurring
In this chaotic place
where I struggle to carve an existence,
Which you seem so bent on erasing
so I can cease to exist after I perish
from this elusive place that I can never access
Because for those brief instances
when I think I have,
My enigmatic existence becomes blurred,
From violating Programmed ****,
When all I seek is respite
Before that prescribed moment
When the end comes
And we exit
Individually and alone,
You and me,
One by one,
Exactly the way we came?


mamasgirl mamasgirl
56-60, F
Aug 23, 2010