Don't Teach Me to Die

The hope created by your innocent hand

is fading in me.

The lie that bears your name

burns in me.

Don't teach me to die

without complaint,

don't help create a modern myth.

I pick up a dry tear from the floor,

swallow a drop of my mother's milk,

choke on a hastily licked breath.

Peel my soul out of a skin,

put this damaged, unnecessary fiction

on a shelf.

Open your heart to me,

wake up from this immortal dream.

I bow to eternity, admire the melancholy

under your eyelids.

Is there enough shade

to see the light?

Will wasted silence find lost humanity?

Don't complain about love,

it's not worth leaving.

Reviews

[Ada]

There are times when we have to work much harder to see the good in life...especially when it seems as though life is coming apart at the seams.

[Quill]

i like those last two lines