Flesh. Blood. Bone. Poem by Anam Rizvi

Flesh. Blood. Bone.



Flesh. Blood. Bone.
Raw. Cold. Bare.

Devoid of feeling,
We breathe. We exist.We survive.
There's a void within nothing can fill.

Numbness prevails.
We are beyond pain.

Reduced to mere insensate beings,
All around blank darkness settles.

We're humans we claim,
Yet within, humanity dies.

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Catrina Heart 19 July 2008

Nice poem.......mind crawls for a while.........

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