© Copyright Ceres Walter
27 March 2010
Long Gone
Awaking every morning
With blankness in your head
You're just roaming around
Life seems an actual thread
An existence in nowhere land
Due to a declining mind
Wrapped by what remains
With the perception of a child
What is the use of living
Robbed of your identity
And totally unaware of
This terrible tragedy
The looks are familiar
But this is not the one
We recognize as our own
Because you are long gone
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