Ashes and Bone – Original Poem

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I’m aching and tired

Nearer to death I come

Curiosity sets in

Thoughts of the passings

A generation fading away

Fear is clouded optimism, murky and clammy; sticky and wet

No legacy; no triumph to leave behind

 

Ashes to bone

Ashes to bone

 

Sleep walking through life in a constant trance

Calculated risks

Conservative attempts at existence

Paralyzed in this prison cell of skin and blood

Waiting for my freedom soon to come

Maybe tomorrow

I can’t touch anymore

My senses heightened by this inability

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Alone I lie

Aching continues

I silence the hate

 

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