Lifeless, there I am.
Laying on the cold, damp earth – surrounded by a pool of my own chaos,
Saturated by the stench of the world I lived in.
 
I step over my empty shell.
I stare into my empty eyes – nothing looks back.
The eyes that once knew life, trust and passion, now only stare back at me with a blank gaze.
 
I see my hands.
Broken and mangled, these once beautiful hands were hardworking and powerful.
They did not know defeat, yet there they lay wet and worthless.
 
I stoop to where my legs are settled in the grass.
Limbs that were unmatched in speed and agility, now twisted and spent.
I stare at what used to be an unshakable stature.
A person I once knew as Me.
 
A person now chewed up and spit out by the world.
Left for dead and all alone. No one searches for me.
I continue to soak up the rejection even after death.
My body accepts the hurt and pain.
 
I see the damage now, standing above; looking down on a lost boy I once knew. I reach out my hand to close my eyes.
To put to rest the past and to bury what remains of me are left.
 
I vow not to let this carry on into the next life, but to hold on to the meaning of what was, with a greater hope of what can be. What will be.
 
I turn away from my breathless  image, looking only to what lies ahead.
The shadows of the unknown are enveloping around me and the familiar darkness is lurking in the distance.
But I see the light.
 
A spark.
A glimmer of hope of what can be.
What will be.
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