Fear
of dying
When I am dead,
and in my grave, there is no more to say,
No more dread, no
need to save, just leave me where I lay,
Before I leave
this mortal life, and to my maker go,
I never thought to
find someone, to hold and love me so,
Nor family, though
far and wide, who call to say hello,
Still, here I am
where I find myself, pondering life you know,
I was born to
loving parents, though it may, at times not shown,
Siblings I have
many, and within our house we’ve grown
Lessons learned for
life, future seeds were sown
Friends who now
surround me, not meant to be alone,
To date, I have
spent my time, with a constant fear of dying,
No more or less
than anyone, yet always I am trying,
Just to live and
love, of this there’s no denying,
Tried to do my
best, not to be found lying,
Looking back
across the years, I often wonder why,
This fear of dying
pushed me, so hard that I could fly,
It raised my
dreams, helped me out, the harder I would try,
Showed me sitting
in the wings, would only life deny,
I am no judge I
chose to live, and to others fuel their dream,
I will not budge I
love this life, or at least that’s what it seems,
I hold no grudge,
yet stand my ground, answered all my deeds,
Have no regrets,
like many before me this body bleeds,
Don’t wait until I
die, to say you value me,
You love or just
can’t stand me for the life I live so free,
When I’m dead and
in my grave there’s nothing more to say
No more dread
nothing left to say except I lived each and every day.
