By Aarron Mondello
1/12/2017
Alone here I sit
The newly departed
Leaving behind
Those broken hearted
As through a window
I stare looking in
No breath do I take
No blood of the living
No sun on my skin
For skin I have none
No feeling in hands
Bodiless, numb
No emotion in me
No anger seething
No joy or jealousy
At those still breathing
No tears to be shed
At least not by me
From all feeling in death
I am suddenly freed
Like a soft breeze
I now roam this land
A breeze that once was
A real bleeding man.
© Aarron Mondello2017
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