An open letter to those who long for their own deaths

February 18, 2008

If becoming a grown up
means learning to fear

death, then none of us
here beneath the black

rain are anything more
than children, thrilled

by its approach. See
your young eyes behind

false wrinkles of false
worry, beneath the death

mask you wear in life. Hear
the sound of rain on glass

see the blur of lights so near,
you long for the impact

that just can’t draw near
enough. You are still

a child, you are too young,
even at thirty, to understand

that death is for the living.

2 Comments

Filed under Frustrations and Rants, Musings

2 responses to “An open letter to those who long for their own deaths

  1. Your work is absolutely stunning.
    This is your very best.

    I’m speechless.

  2. katie

    i love this one.

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