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Waiting

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Trapped in a dreamless state
My mind focused upon nothing,
But death,
And it's joys.

Maybe I'll feel
Maybe I'll breathe
Can such things be?
Could I be free?

Would I get a choice?
Heaven or Hell?
No.
Straight to hell with me.

To endlessly be pained
By a focused numbness
That keeps me waiting
For something...

Maybe I'm already here.
In hell, I mean.
I feel nothing,
I am nothing.

Definitely Hell then
The sky lacks color
The air lacks breath
I'm simply waiting...

For death.
Another one where I don't remember writing it. It reminds me of a song from Les Miserables- Turning. "Turning turning turning through the years, minutes into hours and the hours into years. Nothing changes nothing ever can, round about the roundabout and back where you began, round and round and back where you began."
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Trapped in a dreamless state
My mind focused upon nothing,
But death,
And it's joys.

Maybe I'll feel
Maybe I'll breathe
Can such things be?
Could I be free?

Would I get a choice?
Heaven or Hell?
No.
Straight to hell with me.

To endlessly be pained
By a focused numbness
That keeps me waiting
For something...

Maybe I'm already here.
In hell, I mean.
I feel nothing,
I am nothing.

Definitely Hell then
The sky lacks color
The air lacks breath
I'm simply waiting...

For death.

this reminds me of my life, and thatI absolutly HATE. (your poem is FANTASTIC)