Dead or alove

gauging measureless
resting on a criterion
your eyes closed
no one supposed
that for so long you lied
dead or alive
never sure about the view
never knew about the rooms that had them
stuck between a face and a mask
you stood reasonless apparent
countenance
still founded rootless deep
dead or alive

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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