Deeper Look

Look at what I’ve become
Glazed eyes staring at a blank screen
Anticipating a never-coming change.
Why do I wait?
I know better than to expect anything.
And yet here I am
Near comatose
And hiding in the numbness.
Waiting.
Blocking fear
Avoiding emotion
Unable to bear thought
Keeping vigil.
Waiting for the return.

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