Dying To Live

An anxiety hung like a dark impenetrable cloud, As if I was left in an unknown world, wild as primeval chaos. Time froze in my eyes, My skinny, fragile hands grew cold like stone, I exhaled what was left of my sanity, Just as the fair cedar, fallen before the breeze. Memories of erstwhile sepulchers, Decayed corpse, maggots, caskets No longer frighten and daunt me Against the task and responsibilities ahead. The days of intimidation, penury, and starvation, Hours of disappointments, dilemma and depression, Moments of tears and pains all Lies visible on my wrinkling skin. Alas, I remembered I was dying to live Instead of living to die.