The right way to speak of death
Will it be such a loss
for the world
to watch me leave,
for my breath to take pause,
for the sky to fall on me,
take me with it?
Has it not been too long
to continue
to live on endurance?
Is it not indignant to
ask that of me?
I would think the world
has things more important
than needing to keep me
alive
just so I see this through.
It seems discourteous to
my self to keep going.
no loud pains,
no call for help,
no war cries of the world around me
seem to be enough
to put an end to it all.
Not bitter acceptance
or unacknowledged goodbyes
can seem to rid me
of disheveled existence
and sad eyes.