Being Alive

whispering hands
whispering hands Under your skin Posts: 13,527
edited May 2015 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
the day beckons me
Calls me by name.
I cannot hear her shout.
I lose the battle.

I wrestle my demons,
The struggle from within.
In the shadows, hide,
While life passes by.

What is my purpose?
Why am I here?
What did I do,
To deserve this hell?

Sunlight wages war unseen,
Through my soul's windowscreen.
Though I want it,
I cannot see it.

Reaching hands grasp nothing,
Air and fear alone.
I can feel it,
Coming for me now.

Can this be over?
Is this the end?
Or just the start,
To me being alive?
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  • pickupyourwill
    pickupyourwill Posts: 3,135
    Really good, whispering hands.
  • Aafke
    Aafke Posts: 1,219
    Beautiful, Whispering hands!
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