faraway

life

i live because i can't die,
spring arrives, the omen of a new day, a fresh start,
where flowers bloom and children play,
where grass is green and the weather, lightly warm,
i'm there to see it happen.

i live because i won't die,
summer reaches, scorching heat blazes through land,
a fire in hearts, shredding joy
bringing dark, twisted torment,
i want to be there to see it happen.

i live because i shouldn't die,
autumn falls, rust-colored and caramel leaves fill the air,
dancing to tempt dangerous fate
scatter scatter scattering
onto cool, dry soil,

i should be there to see it happen.

i live because i can't die.
winter chills, negative degrees freezing even the warmest of souls,
where arctic air, and intricately-crafted snowflakes
bite at exposed skin like hungry piranhas,
where hot chocolate whispers velvety promises of spirit, of love,

i live because i almost died once.
and there is nothing for me in death.
— i always wish, for what i never have