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Daddys Teddy Bear

A grown man slept with a teddy bear

And it smelt like it did 20 years ago

So what are numbers? What are years?

Torn both sides on black felt ears

Can you still hear the world?

Or is it a faraway drone?



Are you still restless even without movement?

That leather nose is cool in the night air

It's not known quite the isolation

Slipping slidding slowly off your bed

Tumbling, teetering through perpetual darkness

Does that upside down smile suggest the end?



A half grown girl couldn't sleep with her thoughts

And she could not remember 17 years ago

What it was before those numbers

So what a numbers? What are years?

Torn between both mutant minds

Can they still feel the world

Or is it just a empty plane?



Am I restless even in this state of movement?

That I'm numb with despair in this black night air?



Everyone is yet to face the isolation

Fading falling slowly off a bed

Sitting, silently in the thick sufficating blanket

Does that upside down frown suggest the end?


Author's Notes/Comments: 

questioning what age means and where youth goes? And nostaglic shit like that. Comparing a teddy-bear to a human, and how age is a burden. I got the idea when I found my dad's old teddy bear and one night he put it in his bed, and mom was laughing and going "someone should lock him up". But what he sed amazed me...."It still smells what it was like 20 years ago"

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