Dying Young Late
Dying is easy, it's living that scares me to death.
Life is too deep for words,
I wish not to describe it, I live it.
Many youths are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.
But I wish to die young as late as possible,
Because I'm living fast and would leave a good looking corpse.
Don't forget, to live is to suffer,
And to survive is to find a meaning in the suffering,
Before the end of time.
It requires more courage to wallow in pain,
Than to be a well fed slave.
I have been bent, broken and scourged,
Beneath it, I developed into a man.
Copyright © Stewart Annie Everestus | Year Posted 2020
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