Elegy

When they ask me why I'm not an outdoors person,
I tell them I'm scared of dying.
When they tell me it will not save me, I say,
the Sun won't save you either.
If the roof collapses over my head
I will have known it's not fists of a lover
or a friend's knife,
it will be my own switchblade, sticking out
from a drawer I forget to close,
and when it happens, you will not be
alarmed. Do not alert the media,
do not save clippings of my hair.
Run as if your fate is chasing tail
right behind you.
You have not succumbed to the blues yet,
they will wait.
Maybe for a month, and when they forget,
you'll be already running clear clouds
above their heads,
proud not to have fallen
on your feet.

Reviews

[Corset]

I'm not scared of dying, I'm scared of the pain that comes before dying, I'm scared of living to find there was no real purpose to it at all.

[Little Birdie]

I don't much need a purpose to it all - pain does terrify me though. For me the unknown is the undoing, I always dwelled in safety and reassurance, knowing what might await.

[Wuji]

Seems like those conspiracy theories are getting more real with each new day. I enjoyed this read.

[Alana McGuire]

I still love your words, so very much. You have real talent and I hope to someday be able to reach this level. You're an inspiration. :)