Lucky To Be Alive
Wrapped in bandages, I can hardly see.
But I know there's a world waiting for me.
I'm lucky to be alive; I know that as fact.
But for friends I've searched.
My mind, I've racked.
So I sit above my grave
listen to a dirge
and I wait
for a new life to emerge.
Copyright © Starlight Matis | Year Posted 2021
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