Existing.

There is a very thin line between living and being alive.

I don't feel much these days.

I used to feel everything;

The wind on my face,

My heart beginning to race,

The spark in my smile,

It's crackle, and all the while,

The smell of the grass,

Freshly cut outside,

The buzz of the bee,

That's unwilling to hide,

The swoops of the planes 

That soar up ahead,

The feel of the sheets 

On my freshly made bed,

The sight of my books, 

Soon to be in my hands,

The crash of the symbols, 

The roar of brass bands,

Everything a human can feel and more,

But I don't feel these things,

Not any more.

Author's Note

Literally took me 5 minutes to write this, so don't expect great things.

Reviews

[Curtis.Lenker]

It may have only been a 5 minute write but it is so powerful. Your message is clear. Your imagery is superb. I know that there is a difference between living and being alive. This is a great way sum it up. I love this piece thanks for sharing.

[RibhyMay]

You are so sweet

[RibhyMay]

Thank you so much!!!