Alive

Alone in this world.
But my words keep my company
my lines brush through my hair
my syntax sustain my dreams
my poems require that I dare

to move forward and write
to carry on another fight
a stab at life and delight
in whatever path I find

Along the way
I lied
Along the way
I tried
Along the way
I cried
Along the way
I died

I died with my dreams
but both revived
at the sound of
deadly silence from these poems
that sounds incredibly alive

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