DEAD OR ALIVE

Decomposing. My body is alive. My body is

decomposing. Alive is just the first stage of

decomposing.

Consciousness is an unfortunate part of it.

I wish I could fast forward and skip this stage.

I want to find peace

and rest in the dirt. I want

to feed the worms. I want

to stop having to search

for a place to belong.

My home is in the ground.

Aide me on my journey. On my

rapidly spiraling path toward

decomposing. You can

kiss my eyelids as they’re

closing and taste

the residual tang

of a stage

passing. Of a life

crashing into unconsciousness.

Slip,

drip,

wasting away.

You and I.

We are awake. We are alive.

You and me: Alive, awake, and

decomposing.

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

You have a power in your poetry: it is a power tinged with despair. All I can really tell you is that a long time ago I fell into a deep clinical depression. As I came apart, I thought death meant release-- but back then I did not believe in anything but this world. The problem is that we have a consciousness that does not end with death-- it exists always, without beginning or end; and there are other worlds besides this one, and how we live and leave this life seems to determine which place we go to. (I wrote of this time in my poem, 'In The Belly Of The Beast).

[Lost]

Thank you, I appreciate your thoughts and praise. I'll definitely be checking that poem out :)

[Carla]

This poem is powerful, and immensely deep, true and beautifully put.

[Lost]

Thank you! I appreciate your kindness :)

[Arpita Mondal]

This is so painfully good. It's beautiful. It seems you're going through a hard time. Hope things get well. 😌

[Lost]

Thank you :)