There are days when death doesn't scare me. When it doesn't strike fear into me despite the uncertainty of what may, or may not come after. Days when I can accept it's a natural state of being. That death sweeps over us all, an brings silence to our souls.
But then there are days when death doesn't scare me. And I can not trust myself to cross an interction or drive home. There are days where death does not scare me but I am afraid of myself.
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When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
