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It seems I am restricted, in sedentary pose Unable to incite physiques agreement to disclose My physical impairment has done little to my mind But lost to me is the memory of how and why I find. My heart still beats, and I can feel it pounding in my chest The only movement left to me, the remainder is oppressed It seems that I am locked away, somewhere in my mind Although the world is passing by, I abide confined My vision now is crystal clear and I can see it all But somehow recollection of what happened not recalled Some sort of accident perhaps, has left me thus afflicted My intellect undamaged, though my body torn and twisted There are those who look at me, and I see that they’re unsure Though I attempt communication, my eyes remain demure I wonder if they wonder, is my mind yet undiminished No thought I have can contact them, they leave when they are finished Nighttime is the worst for me, when evening takes the day Dreams are chosen well each night from horrors dossier I scream my thoughts although in silence, no one there to hear It leaves my heart the only sound, although my mind austere If only one of those who pass me by without a glance Could see I’m sound inside my mind, It may give me a chance To again communicate with those who are unfrozen And learn the reasons for my sudden physical implosion I hold no memory of the past, my future now uncertain Recovery unknown to me, the present undetermined I only wish to see the sun, and know the world exists The window sits behind me, so thoughts of death persist But I am not the kind that will give in to circumstance I still recall a girl, with faded memories of romance Was she once my only love to know my true devotion Is she one that passes by?...it seems a pleasing notion To think that there may be someone who loves me as I am Who sees the light that's left in me, to know that I’m a man And not to leave here alone, in silence and heartbroken Who knows I feel love that for her however, never spoken At times I sense her love for me, however tears are rare I dream I stand and walk to her, and she is waiting there To realize I am intact, though physically afflicted Who knows I love inside my mind, so tragically restricted... I just want someone to know I am here.... Dean Evans 5-09-14
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
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It seems I am restricted, in sedentary pose Unable to incite physiques agreement to disclose My physical impairment has done little to my mind But lost to me is the memory of how and why I find. My heart still beats, and I can feel it pounding in my chest The only movement left to me, the remainder is oppressed It seems that I am locked away, somewhere in my mind Although the world is passing by, I abide confined My vision now is crystal clear and I can see it all But somehow recollection of what happened not recalled Some sort of accident perhaps, has left me thus afflicted My intellect undamaged, though my body torn and twisted There are those who look at me, and I see that they’re unsure Though I attempt communication, my eyes remain demure I wonder if they wonder, is my mind yet undiminished No thought I have can contact them, they leave when they are finished Nighttime is the worst for me, when evening takes the day Dreams are chosen well each night from horrors dossier I scream my thoughts although in silence, no one there to hear It leaves my heart the only sound, although my mind austere If only one of those who pass me by without a glance Could see I’m sound inside my mind, It may give me a chance To again communicate with those who are unfrozen And learn the reasons for my sudden physical implosion I hold no memory of the past, my future now uncertain Recovery unknown to me, the present undetermined I only wish to see the sun, and know the world exists The window sits behind me, so thoughts of death persist But I am not the kind that will give in to circumstance I still recall a girl, with faded memories of romance Was she once my only love to know my true devotion Is she one that passes by?...it seems a pleasing notion To think that there may be someone who loves me as I am Who sees the light that's left in me, to know that I’m a man And not to leave here alone, in silence and heartbroken Who knows I feel love that for her however, never spoken At times I sense her love for me, however tears are rare I dream I stand and walk to her, and she is waiting there To realize I am intact, though physically afflicted Who knows I love inside my mind, so tragically restricted... I just want someone to know I am here.... Dean Evans 5-09-14
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
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