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April 21, 2017


there is nothing, nothing at all

I feel I am a dead-man-walking

this heart is callous and bitter

cannot find joy in any pleasure

turns every good upside down

drabness back-drops everything

and yet I live, walk, talk, smile

as though a man not yet dead

afraid others may see my pain

pick up their shard of guilt yet

leave me in these broken pieces

that just want to be alive again


There is Nothing, Nothing at all
A poem by Peter Rhebergen

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