UntitledMuted, My muse My joy My pain My lifeUntitled
All has gone silent Except the ticking As time flows past, I sit and die Experiencing none of it
Seeing life through a glass lens With a glass eye, A glass heart, And for all I know A glass soul, All hollow
Glass; Fragile Weak And to most, invisible In my case ALL
Invisible Muted And weak, Thereby; ignored Unheard And cracking
But I’ll get up again And keep walking, slowly, Careful to watch my
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