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With But Not Without

with-but-not-without

What we live for but live without

Looking for some breath of life from the decay around my feet.
The walls that protect, the beating heart that comforts, lying still to most.
Broken hearted and left, buried, lost, never to be found or deserved, passed by those not looking but entwined in a life full or in part.
Forbidden to be mapped for a person like me.
For your my evening to my morning
My living and dying
The reason to stay
My reason to leave
Why I should go
And why I should stay.
Kneeling or standing.
Moving and still.
My thoughts of will
The reason to be still.
Asking my questions, afraid of the answers
Your my me to your you, that I look for and need.