I was alive once
Breathing in the scent of earth
Kissing the pearls of rain
Extending my hands
And enveloping the warmth of sun
I was alive once
I danced in the moon light
I ran to the ocean
I made sand castles
And I went with the motions
I was alive once
I questioned, I reasoned
I got angry, and I threatened
I cried in pain
And I cried silly in joy
I was alive once
Once for a very long time
Once a very long time ago
Before I met you
And then I died
I am dead now and forever
I have no voice
I have no fervour
I don’t talk
I just listen
I don’t walk
I just follow
I don’t question
I only answer
In yes and no
I am the skeleton
Of what
I was
I represent
What could have been
A great life
But is now a carcass
I was alive once
But I am not anymore
(C) Juztamom
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beautifully depicted the journey of the skeleton.One day we all will be one of them.
ReplyDeletethis is a really sad poem!! being alive is such a gift!!
ReplyDeleteThat kind of death is maybe the saddest of all.. the inflicted by dependency death... chilling really
ReplyDeleteYes, this is saddening.........but having once known the joy of living, that will return again.
ReplyDeleteThis is a difficult read, Strongly written.
ReplyDeletePainful. I'm glad the speaker still has a foundation at least... and the strength to say no to some things.
ReplyDeleteWhoa! This operates on many levels. One is not to let a "you" like that enter a life! I found that first section--alive--so vital that the second part was a shriveling indeed.
ReplyDeleteSo sad and so easy to believe. This kind of death can happen almost unnoticed. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThis is a painful read so brilliantly written...I so agree with Susan
ReplyDeleteSometimes a figurative death can be more devastating than a literal one (I imagine).
ReplyDeleteSo very sad that being with another person would actually make some people die a slow death! And, yet we do see it happening!
ReplyDeleteI've often wondered this, J.M. Those poor women.
ReplyDeleteI too would be dead, walking dead.
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