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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