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Vestiges of a Life

There’s no light in my eyes.
A biomechanical exhibit
Is all that remains.
Breathing and movement,
But no purpose, no joy.

Existing without impact.
A shade at the edge of the frame.
A ripple in time.
Who calls this living?
Who is to judge if it stops?

It’s not life without pleasure.
Who will notice if my footprints
Already leave no trace?
Let me fade away for good.
Because I’m nearly there.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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