No connection

My soul visits a movie theater each day,
to watch my disjointed body sway.
My body has a mind of its own,
my mind bare, thoughts are in monotone.

My limbs are frail, barely holding on.
My will to live, slowly gone.
The last bit of hope that lies within,
Searching for a connection.

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