Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Alive (for Aftab Alam)


Poetry's alive,
but what's that other
thing that eats me...

There's living it,
as well as having it,
in mind...

I cannot live you all
my life,

And this is love, and maybe
why I write it,

Afraid that it might dry up,
more than a very arid desert
can bare,

So why beat me up - words?

I've given you the vow one,
which is where I want to be,
on top of all meaninglessness's,

Of course I love you,
I just don't trust you as much
as I want to..

And don't ever expect me to come
back crying again over -

Spilt words.

Submitted: Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, April 24, 2013

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