I sit in silence..
think of their deaths.
Each one more horrid than the last. Each time I know it's just my mind my worst fears playing on my insecurities
but I still sit in silence..
and think about their deaths.
I write obituaries and final speeches
cry because this is what I think about when I sit still.
This is what comes to mind in the quiet
To sit and see car crashes..
hospital beds...
To know that death is inevitable is one thing ..
knowing that you'll eventually be alone...
having lost everyone who knew you..
So I live in fear...
of that phone call..
trying to preparefor a day long off
so when it happens
I'm prepared because I know with each goodbye
I'll lose myself a little more,
a piece of my heat will tear and turn to ash
knowing that I'll be the last.
So for now I sit in silence...
I think about their deaths..
with tears running down my cheek.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoetryThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
