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Blood is running through your veins.
Your heart is beating.
  Air is getting pumped through your lungs.
   Your hair and fingernails are growing.
     Wrinkles are slowly forming on your face.
      Your mouth is producing saliva.
       You have a sense of smell.
        You can see and hear.
         You're constantly blinking.
          The scabs on your body always heal.
           Food and water are keeping you alive.
            But still,
You're dead to me.
 Mar 2013 Omar Abo Shama
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 Mar 2013 Omar Abo Shama
PS
Once I read this quote
about how quiet people
have the loudest minds.

Now,
and only now
do I know what was meant by this.

I sit there while you talk.
Just sit and listen.
A little nod, a silent sound
of consent.
That's all you'll see from me.

Because I'm not a talker.
I'm the one who listens.
Attentively. Tireless.
An open ear
for everyone's problems
musings, thoughts.

And I don't complain
or give advice
I don't argue
or deny

I will just sit there
subtly smiling,
gathering my thoughts
inside my mind

And you are grateful
for that someone
who listens and cares
without judging

But ask me once
on my view, my experience
I will start slowly,
trying to hold back
on all the things unsaid.
tiptoeing around
so as not to drown you

And finally it will overthrow
my discipline
and words, letters, stories
start flowing out my mouth
passing the barriers that
have so long retained them.

And I'm afraid it might easily
crush you
because there's so much within me
that wants to be said
and so very few people ever taken the time
to listen.

— The End —