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Alive, But Dead!

Poetry By: Tihomir
Poetry



This is a villanelle poem that I wrote in my poetry class. I'm pretty proud of it, so please read:P


Submitted:Apr 26, 2012    Reads: 33    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   


I am alive, even though I am dead.

My heart is done, but still, I carry on.

Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.

I never eat, but still keep myself fed.

My bones are like twigs, but they are not gone.

I am alive, even though I am dead.

Sweat, tears, puss, and blood pour out of my head.

I suffer this pain, 'til the break of dawn.

Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.

My brain is heavy, like it's filled with lead.

I want to sleep, but I refuse to yawn.

I am alive, even though I am dead.

I can still see, though my eyes are so red.

They torture me, of mercy, there is none.

Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.

"Your soul belongs to me now," The man had said.

Death will not take me, for I am his pawn.

I am alive, even though I am dead.

Take a look, as I lay in my death bed.





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