Dead Lost Gone

I sit in a moment,

Dead;

Frozen in time.

Stillness overcoming my non-existent senses,

Lost;

To the hands of time.

Angels crying over a soul whose place never was,

Gone;

Frozen in time.

Memories remembered of a life never accomplished,

Fearlessly overseeing the past that never was,

Searching for meaning in words never spoken,

Being a part of the whole that never will be,

Creating the person I never invisioned,

Fulfilling the dreams I never had,

Dead; Lost; Gone;

The hands of a frozen time.

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