Each Day, I Rise

Each day, I rise

in a body that’s not mine,

with a mind upset

by the despair of mankind.


Each day, I rise

looking for myself

in the eyes of others,

in the arms of others.


Each day, I rise

with the hope to die,

with the hope to find,

in death, the soul that never dies.


Each day, I rise

troubled and sad,

waiting to return

to the light of my kind.







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