Robert Laity

Are You Alive?

As I journey down the black tar river roads,
I'm going to a place,
A place that no one knows.

I turn the page of another chapter,
in a book... called life,
as though i'm falling through paintings,
paintings that match the night sky.

If all and everything has gone so bad,
I wonder why it makes us so low,
so sad.

Winter to spring, I can feel this cold blue breeze,
Like nothing will change, but sometimes begins,
something to believe.

And as we sit beneath the stars,
I wonder... will they will ever shine here?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 16, 2011

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