Do I exist, am I real?
Is there evidence I feel?
Is there ice in my veins?
If you cut me will I cry,
If you starve me will I die?
Do I thirst for the pain,
Do I yearn for the chance,
For the music, the dance.
Will I wither without the rains,
Will I ever leave this cell?
Am I already in hell?
Am I going sane;
Will you see me home again?
© 2020 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Made of sticks and stones 
Beautiful!❤
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Thank you so much glad you liked it.
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WOW
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Thank you for reading and for your appreciation.
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A good piece is a good time investment; thank you too, Frank!
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Courtesy note to let you know I am sharing this. Great writing…
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Thank you, always happy for a poem to be shared.
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A poem about questions of existence …
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