To Not Die


To Not Die

wanted to hold on to forever with everything he had felt, heard, smelled, tasted and seen,

this was it, good and bad - he wanted nothing more than to keep on experiencing,

ignored, people rarely acknowledging the space he took up to be his,

waiting to be discarded, lives similar to those of browned, rotted oranges,

they fight it using imagination, the same mechanism that spawned god,

fight it with her cosmetics and gossip, with his electronics and hot rod,

couldn't escape it, knew it, regardless - to his last breath he kept on fleeing,

terrified not of how he would die, rather the unfathomable consequences of non-being,

somewhere in this mess he was, floating in the abyss,

thank luck he had family, a last refuge from all of this.

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