When I die
I hope
You won't bury me
Down there
In a six-foot box
Closed on all sides—
Alone and
Claustrophobic
Like I had been
My whole life.
You were never there
When I cried
You didn't listen
Didn't hear the thumping of my heart
When it had beaten on and on
When it had bled and died
But the sky was there
Morning, noon
And night
Watching closely, listening intently
Looking over me
Since the day that I arrived
It only seems fitting then that –
When I die
You must let me fly
Fly finally
Into that blue sky.
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Dying of the Light
PoetryPoems about life and death, love and heartbreak and mustering the courage to go on - despite it all. Majority of this was written in 2020 and 2021 and hence is inspired by the COVID-19 pandemic, the lockdowns, the mandates and the heavy toll it took...
