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.
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