Wishing to be alive

NB: I think this is very old, I don’t know if its published on here or not, I found it in my poetry folder.

Sitting in the dark so cold
Amongst the shadows all alone
Under the rain as it falls in song
Dreaming of days long since gone
Unsure of who is friend and foe
Awaiting an angel whose comings flawed
With silent tears dripping on
Begging for feelings, wishing for help
For emotion or for time to stop
To feel alive, and know I exist
Just to know I have not been abandoned yet
To wake at last with eyes so wide
Breath and end my sorrowful sighs
Stop the tears and dry my eyes
Just wishing… to be alive.


1 Comment »

  1. Kathy Said:

    I have felt like that before. I wrote a poem forty years ago that reminds me of this poem called “The Lake of Life”

    Swimming on the lake of life
    trying not to drown
    it’s every man for himself
    or so I have found…
    as the waves are getting bigger
    and I think I’ve lost all hope
    one concerned and caring person
    always throws a rope…
    if I should miss that rope
    and sink into my grave
    I only hope beyond me…
    has only little waves.

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