ROOM

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    ROOM

     I open my eyes
    It is a dark room
    I shout but I can't hear
    I wave my hand in front of my face
    I can not see it
    I am blind I think
    Why? Why me?
    I move around but, I can't feel my body
    I try to listen but all hear are my thoughts
    As I realize I'm in some kind of ROOM
    In which I can not see, move or hear
    I realize that I am dead

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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