Alive

Could you believe, 
something so extrodinary?
Could you percieve,
something so out of the ordinary?

I used to think I was dead
Lots of confusion inside my head
Trying to find something fimilliar
An experience deemd peculiar

I wish i wasnt stuck with this curse
I dont know what I am worth
I belong to another world
Where things arent so cold 
And we never get old

When you dont even know what youre looking at 
In the mirror
Fictional fact,
with a little horror
You start to wonder
what it feels like,
to get hit by thunder

Like I said
Once, in my mind, I was dead
Not inside my head
Not inside my mind
Not the physical kind

When you have been immortal
This life is just a temporary portal
A wormhole
Where you chase, rise and fall
and end up, with nothing at all

I cannot feel, like everyone else
I do not hear, the golden glittering bells
I am subjected to this reality against my will
It makes me illl

Whats the point, of all of this
You may ask
Its all one big twist
We hold on  to something
thats already gone
Thinking on Earth, here's somewhere we belong
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Agustin Avatar
January 28, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.
A  Avatar
January 20, 2016 at 8:24 PM
DANI, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**
Elle Avatar
December 23, 2014 at 3:38 AM
Thank you for the comments =] Makes my soul happy to see there's people who enjoy it as much as I do. <3
Ngoma Avatar
December 22, 2014 at 3:06 PM
Hi Dani...ego! Without it we feel lost, on the other hand having it makes us lost still...being human?!...you got me thinking...Seven...rgds, Thabang
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