Pourquoi existez-vous? autant plus.Mature

I am tired
alone
on this cold bench
wondering
how I could get myself
here.
How many years
can I spend
existing
with no purpose
how long
can I simply
exist?
How many nights
Can slink away
unnoticed
and hardly missed
how many nights
slide through my veins
through my lungs
like
they were never there
How many people
can I stare through
walk through
like I’m a ghost
How long
until I know
who I am?
Until I know
why a fire burns
nestled
below my heart
why a spark
lies
at the base of my spine
why a chill
runs through my bones
How long
until I know?

The End

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