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Clotted Nerves

Clotted Nerves

I am existing behind the sick cells of an ageing corpse, tormented by the vast unoccupied space. 

Waking with clotted nerves,
I stand to extinguish my vexation. 

I clutch my neck and calm my veins, 
Trying to focus on a simple life, 

Trying to gather the words... 

At first, they are solid, formed in steady paragraphs upon my lips, but just like a dream, they quickly turn to dust when approached. 

Can I go forth,
Trying to trap a feeling, 
Emotions that agitate the gathering storm. 

What is it that holds my form, 
What is it that enables me to push. 

Is it Fear? 

Fear of falling from the economic towers we build

Fear that my family could starve

I cannot remain in bed,
I know this. 
I cannot abstain from human contact. 

I must not, for I am a vision, a ready made dream, a person that knows every memory, of every human being who has lived and died. 

I am the constant tide, bored yet excited, knowing that earth will one day cease to exist, and just like all deaths, I am alive, because of this. 

I can say that I know. 
I can say it without hesitation 

And yet, before my eyes shut, I lock the doors, set the alarm, focus the cameras, with one goal 

To stay alive. 
 

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Marion

I have been a dead person for months now Gerald...it is easier to be dead than alive....alive is terrifying!! The bed is safe, the grass wobbles. Thought provoking write x

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Nine Eleven

What is death, if death is now. 

Thanks for reading Marion. 

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Marion

That is so true Gerard but sometimes it isn't death itself that kills us...hugs 💕

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The fish of the sea

Deep dark and edgy. Love it. Powerful words here. I resonate with them all

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Being Me

And on we go...day by day. Working to earn money to survive. It can be monotonous BUT we have to find the magic in the world around us to keep us excited. I like this deep write a lot Gerard. This is deep!  ⚘x

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Nine Eleven

Thank you Christina, it can be hard to find meaning, the true meaning of our existence, latley I have been pushing myself further into the unfamiliar world, a world of atoms, I think I can find meaning in there. 

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Shelley-anne St...

Wow a very deep piece. Lots of layers to this, just like life. Great share. ❤☀

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