This poem was written during a hard part of my life, and may be depressing.
my eyes wide open, but I cannot see
I reach for the light that is not there
my hands wide open, but I cannot feel
I listen for the voice that is not there
my ears alert, but I cannot hear
I sit down for there is no place to go
I close my eyes for there is nothing to see
I close my hand for there is nothing to feel
I close my ears for there is nothing to hear
I close my mind for there is nothing to think
I close my heart for there is nothing to be
I'm just a number in a crowd that I'll never escape.
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