i'm dead yet still i'm hereA Poem by Jeff OvertonThe logs now dimished and almost ash Sit in the old fireplace This house So old but not as old as i Lets out its own unique goodbye In the creaks and the moans as the old timbers settle down The phone now covered with dust Sits so lonely No longer is it loved No more conversations are heard Just peace and serenity perfectly preserved The windows old with flaky paint The hinges rusted weathered with time The wallpaper droops curled at the edges Tithering on the edge of falling to its death The old front door hangs but on one hinge And when their is a breeze You can hear it sing Nobody knocks on this door anymore The knocker sags held with just one screw The plaster is like sand The walls would be easy to put through But its home to me And in that ripped and haggered chair i sat and cried And my body ceased to exist And my feet sat in a pool of my own piss I think you get the jist Of what i have become No legs are here to run Just a spirit of sorts bound to these four walls shackled to this place until these bricks shall fall
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