Alone Alive

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

a poem

Alone Alive

I

All they ever do is all they have ever done.

They wake with the same goal, to do

anything possible to forget,

everything on their mind. 

 

When the sun gets low, the faces of the

night are not lucid and the mouths flow free.

Their illusion of independence,

the false conception of...

 

Lost during the day, yes.

What they fail to find during

the day does not discover them later,

at night, and they are Alone.


II

For others, all they do is all they have never done

When the sun rises, they wake with fire. 

The day is a chance to learn, to be happy,

truly free. And the night comes peacefully. 

 

Alive during the light, evidently

and what they fail to learn today

will not slip by, will not evade their

blaze of persistence tomorrow. Alive.

 

III

And me, somewhere in between. 

Equally lost and equally found.

A longing to forget, but an inferno to be...

Alone and alive all the same. 

 

The divergence ebbs like the tide,

but I think I lean toward being alive.

The life of forgetting is easy, but

All I have ever done is not all I want to do. 

 

 

Victor Jackson 

5-26-19

to JES

 

 


Submitted: May 27, 2019

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