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Dead

By M. Jay Mansfield

6-30-02

I Never thought it would hurt this way....
I never knew....
I ache...I ACHE...
god it hurts......
Trapped in this skin....
In this....
below the frost line bin....
I never knew....
Why won’t you let me in?
just because I couldn’t believe....
this pain......
I never concieved.....
God.....
Satan....
please let me in.....
I didn’t know...
I didn’t know, I had to believe....
Why must I stay here in this dead skin....
my joints have withered...
tightened.....
ache to move again....
I never knew being dead would hurt this long...
I suppose..it’s dust to dawn...
Trapped in this frame deep below....
I swear ..I swear I just didn’t know....
I hear the tendons crackle....pop....
Dried tension released....
what I wouldn’t give to be on top
just for one moment, one gentle breeze...
what I wouldn’t give.....
to have believed....  

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