Alive this night, I try to be
While candle flickers on display
The room, prison, my lock, no key
My bed, my life, in disarray
My thoughts, unsure, they hold no weight
The phone, its ring, no tone, no sound
My family, gone, they left with hate
So left in tears, to one day drown
But yet, die not, I am still here
Thinking long and hard, still no clue
Can’t bring them back, the ones held dear
So this, my life, I’m left to rue
What is this man supposed to do?
My life is death, this much is true
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Author:
Michael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 1st, 2023 07:12
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Unsure, in disarray, in pain. And yet....we're still alive (walking dead)! What to do? Take it....one moment at a time! Beautiful reflection!
A dolorous poem written superbly,
The rhymes are indeed remarkable,
May God be with the man to protect,
While living and also after his end!
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