New Death
by Tyler Ross
I want to live as long as possible
and prosper with everyone
striving for the better within and out.
But I’ve got doubt.
There’s something aching
and distracting
holding me in an existential place.
I find it funny in these times
me visiting so many graves
and watching the world burn,
when it truly needs to be saved
from the hells its created.
I’m fading.
My heart health seems to be failing.
Please don’t let me go set sailing
without properly and lovingly
saying bye.
I want to help everyone in need
fly high.
But I’m sorry if I couldn’t last.
Death sure does come fast.
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