I am not scared of death
because it’s the unknown
I do not fear it because
of my unresolved business.
I do not shiver in front of it
because I am not ready for it.
I run from it because of you.
I come back to you every time
Cloudy or sunny skies
I know where my mind
goes to rest and refuses to leave at dawn
When I am happy with one of the many ‘hims’
I still compare even the way he breathes
to the steady, deep inhales I counted
while my head still had a home on your chest
So, I am scared of death
because what if with my dying breath
my lips whisper only your name
and the echoes of it haunt me in my grave?
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