Alive

Thinking on the events of my life and reflecting whilst listening to music

 

Petty and random

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Hurtful words they are

Cutting right through to my heart

Actions speaking so loudly

That I thought my eardrums would bleed

You have no remorse

I let you sink in to my existence

So much so that I thought I was you

Living and giving it all to you

Controlling my every move

Looking to you for guidance

I lead myself down the wrong path.

Path with twists and turns

Darkened alleyways

Leading toward the brilliant light of myself

Once I reached the light

And let it fill my soul

I knew I was home.

Yet home is without you

A cross to bear

Understood

With the years of darkness and pain

Behind me

Never to return

I am back where I came from

Light-hearted, footloose

Fancy free

And loving every minute

Happy to be alive

One more minute

Would have been death

To my very existence

Author's Note

Not every poem needs iambic pentameter, rhyme, or reason; however, there is a certain element needed. That element is allure. Does this poem have any allure, does it speak to you on any level? any and all feedback is appreciated. :)