Alive, Yet I Do Not Feel
by Betty C Lockey
Saturday, October 20, 2001
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The day is long, the night is longer
Always restless, I am never still
I am alive yet I cannot feel
I have eyes that do not see
This I choose of my own free will
To avoid the pain of this life of mine
I have walked the path of sorrow
Traveled the lanes of much regret
These have crossed paths of joy
And glimpsed fleeting happiness
Overall Iíve lived a life of misery
This, my friend, is my reality
Despair has been my constant companion
I have felt hunger and slept in the cold
Wrapped in a blanket of downy snow
My once loving family a distant memory
Like shadows they drift thru my mind
My youth was squandered by too much play
Work I took not seriously at all
There was too much damage done you see
So I sit here on this lonely bench
Just waiting for the night to fall
To find a warm, dry bed on which to sleep
You see, I am alive, but I cannot feel
For to feel would mean to care
And that I cannot afford to do, my friend
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|Reviewed by Theresa Koch
|Reviewed by Gregory Sonn
wonderfully written and terribly tragic. Keep the faith and may the sun shine through to you.
You have touched my life with your kind words, so maybe once again you
can begin to listen to the birds! Thank you my friend.