Mars Hotel
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2001-08-01 05:49:38 (UTC)


I am Ivan Illyich.
You are his friends, his family,
Those who do not care for anyone
except themselves.
Always saying, "I am okay,"
Never asking, "Are you okay?"
I too feel like I am dying,
But my dying is worse.
It is the death of something
Within me.
I cannot see it,
But I can feel it.
And I can't ease my pain
Because who would want to
Boast of this to anyone?
And it is sad
Because I alone shall die a beggar's death,
But only I will know.
Though some may see a change,
None will ever attribute it to you.
Perhaps after a while, not even me.