Live, just live...
From now on I'll stop "existing" and start "living".
Up until now I never knew how...
To "live".

Create; from nothingness to something, creating...
Formed with my own two hands and relating...
to my thoughts.

Fear...

Those that dwell in the shadows, I fear...
Not in the forest but within my mind; they're very near to me...
But still I can't see... My fears.

Age, every day...
The process of getting older and passing away.
Soon to be laid to rest while flesh decays...
After my last living day.

Die; now I must die...
Lived a full life without any regrets,
No need to question why...
All of us must die.



Poem copyrighted by Bo Bandy.

© Getty & Fey.
All Rights reserved.