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In a daze,
without feeling or emotion,
numb and cold,
floating,
like a ghost,
a spirit,
back to the beginning,
instead of forward to the end,
I look at people,
but I can't see them,
I hear people,
but I don't understand them,
no hopes,
no dreams,
no concern,
barely there,
seeing nothing,
hearing nothing,
saying nothing,
for I know nothing,
Just walk,
WHACK!
slapped,
I've been slapped,
with more power than wind at full force,
my cheek tingles and burns,
I've never felt such pain,
I've never... felt,
I turn around,
searching for the cause of my great pain,
frozen in place,
I now know,
the person who slapped me was...
ME?
This poem is about taking control of your life before it's to late. It's
about having feelings and emotions, and recognizing that they're there. I hope
my poem is given you a new way of thinking, or just made you realize that you're
in the pilot's seat in your life, and in this life there is no such thing as
autopilot.
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