A Day Without Fear
/I fear death
But
I fear dying
Having never lived…
What is truth,
Other than fiction?
An oil addition,
And political corruption,
From party contributions.
A narrative repeated,
Resources depleted,
Until resistance defeated…
I rush off
Like I’ve got somewhere to be
Something to do
Or someone to see…
My body was broken,
before I realised it was my own.
I took it for granted,
while it was slowly being taken.
I used it without thought,
I used it without comprehension,
I used it without appreciation…
God asked the man,
Why did you choose to die?
I saw no point in existence,
I couldn’t fathom a reason why.
I couldn’t stay focused,
I couldn’t hold down work.
I’d just wait for the day to end,
to sleep away the murk….
Life will happen as it is going to happen. We can attempt to alter its course, to buttress ourselves against loss, but ultimately our efforts will be futile. All lives end the same, it is the journey that matters. It is how we live that matters. It is the impact we have on others that matters.
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