The struggle to write / a dark and lingering cloud / then a pierce of light

Words by me.

Choice freely given
Except the first and the last
In between is ours

Once here we all start
Time measured in breaths stolen
Ignorance ’til death

Blind to the future
No turning around again
Forward until done

Would I choose that date
If given the chance to choose
Or remain never knowing

To contemplate death
To give it a name and face
Is to invite the ghosts in

Do I think of death
Too much? Is this time gone now
When I give it time?

What if the end is
A lie passed down the ages
What awaits us then?

I don’t want to know
When I go l will go quiet
I will not know it

Everyone whose come
Before is still here with us
As we will remain