I never smell freshly cut grass
or feel the warm breeze on my face
I never squint from the glare of the sun,
or feel the sand beneath my feet

I no longer laugh with friends on outings,
or dance to the tunes in our clubs,
to run in the wind or the rain or the snow,
and shelter in doorways from the chill

I no longer watch my children run free
or couples in love holding hands
I no longer dress for occassions,
and plan for a fun time out

I am here in a box of terror,
too terrified to look out,
yet watching life pass me by.
as I exist but no longer live
 
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