Am I Alive?
Am I alive?
xxxxxx in perpetuity
the sight of the crescent moon
these are what make me quiver when I am
xxxxxx i am angry
this is what I am, seeking
another’s hand, another’s heart
these things I can touch. escaping
the past, the future
these are beyond my reach
for there are
barricades, prison cells
barriers to the next chapter, and beyond that
my fortress, my privacy, my solitude
the walls that hold me together, where I can
my own hand, my own hair
the space above me
the walls that exist around me
seeking to answer the question, am I alive?