deathbed

A Poem by 60s

this was written in the midst of an anxiety attack.

I'm not okay, I can't ignore these thoughts I can't store them away. I've seen better days but not as worse as today .. I am terrified, not of death but dying while I am still alive. I Just want to go to Paradise but inherited this curse here on earth. God created me to be a fighter since birth. I struggle with my demons fighting to prove my worth. but in the end what's it worth? I feel like I am fighting with something that's bound to kill me in the end if I really were to die like this, what would they write about me, what would they imprint on my grave? no, now I can't keep going off that mindset even though I want to die, I'm not dead yet I'll have to find the courage to fight for more I haven't had my fare share yet. Courage starts with the erasing of fear and while I'm writing these words to you I hope you hear. ..The whole of humanity is living in the state of fear ..but while I have the throttle I'm shifting the gear and moving ahead, remember these words for they're written on my deathbed.