I Am Alive, Not Dead
Drifting off into vapor,
Plasmatic memoirs of the past.
A time traveler, though still sitting here
I am alive, not dead.
I lift my hands up to my face,
Check if I’m still breathing.
I feel warm breathe drift out of me,
I am alive, not dead.
Check the clock,
It ticks away,
The time I have left in the world,
I am alive, not dead.
I’m running back in time to pain,
The misery I had without you,
Hate, crime, and suicide,
I hate running back in time.
Here to a day I died inside,
Feel it all again,
Anxious for reality,
But stuck in a blockade of the past.
Kill me now,
Don’t wish to be,
Stuck in this dreadful past.
I think I am not alive…
Gasping for air,
Searching for reality,
Escaping myself,
Run back to the present.
I lift my hands up to my face,
Check if I’m still breathing.
I feel warm breathe drift out of me,
I am alive, not dead.
Yes, I am alive, not dead.
Copyright © Nicole King | Year Posted 2010
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