Alive without you
Alive without you,
I’m left on the streets like a dog-end
flicked from the stained fingers of fate.
My light and heat dissipate.
Alive without you,
my breathing subsists in short gasps,
not those gulping down lungfuls of love
when we laughed.
Alive without you,
my vision is smeared like the windows
on every dim shop on the street. Now I walk,
a stranger with no-one to meet.
Alive without you,
the end of the road is in sight,
a darkening cloud filled with night.
A tunnel with no point of light.
30/6/25
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Author:
FrasMac (
Offline) - Published: May 20th, 2026 13:39
- Comment from author about the poem: This is imagined, not real. But I imagine it might be real for some.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
When the meaning of life is gone it takes a different turn. Well written
I found compassion for this person's situation. You succeeded there. Good of you to make clear that it was, however real it felt, an imagined situation. All too often here this is not made clear in what apparently may be serious circumstances
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