Life and Death

 

In Life and Death

Where do we stand?

The boundaries that are at best shadowy and vague

Who says where one ends?

Where the other begins?

 

In Life and Death

We always dream

Writing is an excuse to dream during the day

Those that dream by day are cognizant of many things

Things that escape those who dream only by night

 

In Life and Death

I was terrified

Terrified of my heart

It’s constant hunger for whatever it is it wants

The way it stops and starts

 

In Life and Death

I am alone, for I shall always be alone

And all I loved, I loved alone

But sometimes with her, it was different

We loved with a love that was more than love

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Our world
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