Alive and alert
For the first time.
My face in the sky,
Looking down at the crime
The destruction,
The lack of trust
of forgiveness
of love.
Alive and alert.
And for the first time
I have opened my eyes;
The view is sublime.
Life and laughter,
Peace and pleasure.
I am looking up.
Alive and Alert,
But dying and dull.
I am back on Earth
And the moon is full.
The tide is high
And the water crests
As something hard
Falls in my chest.
This isn’t right,
This apathetic life,
Lacking care and drowned in strife.
Alive and Alert.
Given one last chance.
Forced to wake up
And take one last glance.
Forced to see what we have done,
See the wars we have begun
In full light
A blinding sight.
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Poetry
Poetry"I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty." -Edgar Allan Poe
