The Choice

whether one lives or not is entirely a choice and it doesn't have to be that way

i am at that point

where i become unstoppable

and death is charging towards

me awaiting that conscious or

unconscious or perhaps a

subconscious slip or misstep

 

 

so i head to my death

full of life and contentment of

experience born from fierce

insistence to persist this breathing

monotony of drinking in the dawn and

waking up at dusk hungover from daydreams

 

 

 

an endless drifting ensues hence

forth and back with foolish urgings

of false yearnings to nurture

 futures better than that past

fleeing this present followed by the

blurring of lines between

a deluded self and the real me

bound by the choice

to sift through age

living or dying enveloped in

enough futility to question it though

never enough to regret even a shred

of its passing treading the dread of

uncertainty with a might to

overcome come what may

 

 

 

death will not find me empty

or hollowed out from within

in companionship of misery

mourning the worth of my griefs

scarred stricken shaken and spurned

jarred and rusted or tasteless and sober

 

 

this subconscious curse thrives

on unconscious bursts of a

conscious thirst for life while

death waits nigh as it is now

unstoppable from where

i am at that point

Author's Note

"lessness means nothing without hope"

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

while we are alive, we have to live each day like it might be the last...or our life will pass and we will not have really been in it.
such profound wisdom in these words...
love this piece...

some of us might be breathing, but we are not really alive.
j.

[Stonz P.]

Thank you so much for your kind words sir... your review means a lot to me :)

And a happy new year to you...