We were fire

Grappling with the terror of eternity

And the sadness of impermanance.

Do I want truly to exist forever?

Do I want to find out what forever is?

But I don’t want to come to an ending either

Was I beautiful?

As a young thing, never fearing the end?

Flying through life by the skin of my teeth

How it would have been to last forever a youth

I cling to the yesterday afraid it will fade away to nothing

Am I beautiful now?

Broken, bruised, battered

Hopeless

Was my hope beautiful?

Did I live my younger years to the best?

Once an adult the terror of life ending pinned itself to me

Every prick a reminder that it’s coming

Death I have such mixed feelings for you

I don’t know if you have any control over the when and the how

Maybe you’re just a catcher of souls

But I wish you could tell me

Tell me my expiration date

Without telling me it’s before I’m 50

So afraid

Death come cover me

May I go gently into the flame

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