Raw (Second Version)
 
My eyes are closed.
My head is down.
And yet I walk,
All about town.

My heart doesn't beat.
My lungs don't breathe.
My mouth doesn't speak.
I am so naive.

Although I can't see,
I can't hear or talk.
Although I can't feel,
I can still walk.

Paralysed in every way,
Except the one which matters.
I keep going, I keep being,
I'm living in these tatters.

They can see my everything;
My ins and outs, my ups and downs.
They see the hole inside of me,
And everything around.

They see me as I am, and they are all in awe.
They see me scared to live.

They see me; I am raw.

By Amadahy

© 2010 Amadahy (All rights reserved)

 

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