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littlemonster
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since 05-06-2010
Posts 39
UK


0 posted 10-14-2012 11:39 AM       View Profile for littlemonster   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit littlemonster's Home Page   View IP for littlemonster

You sit there
in that sterile room
and they are all
dead.

All dead
behind the eyes.

Like their heart beats
to preserve
just
skin and bone.

Nothing else.

And they move
from the chair
to the bed
to the scales.

Compliant.
Walking shells.

There is nothing
there.

There is nothing there
because they want to
fade out.

Carcasses who wait.

Like carcasses who
wait
in the hope
that one glorious day
someone will be able to
breath
life back into
what little remains.

But they are
dead
behind the eyes.

And life is so far out.
Their life is too far out.

Whilst the robot in their mind
repeats their mantra;
you are not ill
you are not worthy.

And reason dictates
the only way to cure this is to
eat less.

Shrinking bodies
keep the decaying mind
occupied
until sanity
can be placed neatly away.

Pushed so far back.

And you
can sit for hours
in that room.

Repeating empty words
into deaf ears.

There is no light.

Merely nods of
abandonment
or agreement
designed purely to pacify.

For she is master
in her own universe
where you are not invited
to play.

And you walk quietly away.

Knowing each step
takes you
no further than she has
already gone.

Then a tear.

For the girls
the girl in that room.

Weeping
at the loss of a soul
you once knew lived and breathed
alight with possibilities
now
carved into a shadow.

And she is dead.

Behind the eyes.
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LaGraceLa
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since 01-30-2011
Posts 242
Minnesota, USA


1 posted 10-16-2012 06:27 PM       View Profile for LaGraceLa   Email LaGraceLa   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for LaGraceLa

Wow. That is amazing
maddorani
Member
since 11-18-2007
Posts 419
houston,tx


2 posted 10-21-2012 07:39 PM       View Profile for maddorani   Email maddorani   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for maddorani

awesome
Angel4aKing
Senior Member
since 09-27-2006
Posts 1376
USA


3 posted 05-29-2013 11:54 PM       View Profile for Angel4aKing   Email Angel4aKing   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Angel4aKing

chilling

~~~kingsangel~~~

Zinsser
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since 02-27-2001
Posts 1683
Calif.


4 posted 10-12-2013 03:16 PM       View Profile for Zinsser   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Zinsser

Loved this... reminded me of many diff things.... rest homes.... addiction.... lost in depression and despair...trafficking women into slavery....   all kinds of things ran through my mind
Thank u

           Thank You
         ~~~Connie~~~

River
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since 09-16-2003
Posts 626
my own little world


5 posted 01-04-2014 03:38 AM       View Profile for River   Email River   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for River

sounds like every day working in retail. =) I love the vibe this has, good imagery!
 
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