Alive. A poem.

I am


I see all that is and was,
every incongruous and congruous
method and selection,
tied and untied from destiny’s
disaffected strings.

I am


I have dwelled in the shadow
of death’s supple embrace,
where carbon monoxide
bonds easily with erythrocytes,
in a long-term family reunion.
I have turned away in regret
and post-haste surprise.

I am


Today and tomorrow and today.
I guess I’ll have to
keep it that way.

I am Alive.

Steve is a sad and angst-filled poet, who needs your help to continue being one.

His first book of poetry, The All or the Nothing, is available now as an e-book from most online distributors – click here.

Published by stevestillstanding

I’m a writer who loves tabletop role playing games, poetry and (you guessed it) writing. Occasionally I have something to say...

7 thoughts on “Alive. A poem.

      1. This piece is perhaps a perfect example of broken hearts building poetry to fill the cracks with gold❤️
        Love everything about it ❤️
        Your poetry is so reflective, absolutely brilliant :’)

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