We are born alone
And we die alone
And between the two
We live as ghosts
Begging for love
At a banquet full of crumbs
Drowning for friends
In a sea of shallow bums
Desperate for connections
Mulled to deaf in poor translation
Searching for reflections
Redacted by our egos Lacerations
Always looking for the shelter
In the hearts and minds of another
Yet still the final verdict
Is that we are castaway as hermits
And that between the womb and it's tomb
We are still and always alone
'We are born alone And we die alone And between the two We live as ghosts' this stanza sets up beautifully the lines 'Begging for love At a banquet full of crumbs' it is true we are born alone unless twins, triplets etc who share from the womb, even in death alone we can die in memories of choice in good company loved your poem
Very well written poem, Kevin. But I beg to differ. My near death experience has taught me that we are not alone at the time of our death.
Hi Richard! , I normally don't reply to comments, but I was taken by yours! , that's amazing! , Im sorry that you had to go through it and hope your well! . I yearn to believe there is something more then the material fabric of existence. I am privileged to hear from you. Kevin
Hauntingly beautiful. Truth hurts. But i aint giving up on love. Its the only nonsense which makes sense
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Between birth and death we live as ghosts. Every soul takes birth with body alone and faces death of body alone. Shelter and love make life beautiful. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned..5 stars..