Am I alone?
No. I've got God,
but his benevolent presence
Doesn't always help my conscience.
Am I alone?
No. I've got family,
but most are in the ground,
And when I try to remember their voices-
I only hear the slightest sound.
Am I alone among the living?
No. I'm not alive at all.
The thing is I'm self destructive, and I need your help (whoever-you-are)
This isn't a poem anymore-
No. It isn't. Am I alone?
Are you?
... Aren't we all human?
Am I alone?
In a world full of people like me?
That better not be the take away!
When too many bodies decay
too early for their release from what the world gave them.
Am I just a grave sellers next bid?
Should I question God-
Heaven forbid!
I'm not alone,
Or at least
I'm going to keep telling myself that.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
