Alexander Pearson Poems
|1.||A Bloody Lunge At A Fast Moving Animal||3/18/2012|
|2.||Like A Pebble Thrown Fast Across A Frozen Lake||6/8/2012|
|4.||This Poem Comes To Me [or Sydenham Hill]||6/27/2013|
|5.||Life Is An Endless Susurrus||3/18/2012|
|6.||My Life In Reverse||3/18/2012|
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My Life In Reverse
Dead since thirteen years
Walking and breathing,
Constantly falling and fearing the inevitable direction.
Unable to resist the lack of alternate decision.
Years now, sections of existence,
Separated by indifference.
Hating the history, running from logic.
Suddenly sunny, warm in my belly.
Fear goes exponential, life out of control
My bubble of appearance, drifts into existence.
Now in-ignorable, scary and visible.