She sits there and brushes her hair

Strand by strand

Looks into the mirror but sees nothing

No reflection of energy

Yet has so much to give and love

She does not see her being

With each brush yet no feeling

When will the numbness go

Dead inside yet alive

Somehow trapped between

Her subconscious

Her reality

Death surrounds us all

We walk with the living

Only invisible


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. pilbra
    Nov 27, 2013 @ 14:26:55

    such revealing words


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