Fear

I have forever thought about death Living my life was such a threat so when I decided to write this poem I thought long and hard about what could go wrong the way people interpret things Makes the poetic thought not want to sing still I write My thoughts all down on paper wonder "Will it draper?" over their Naive eyes Will they see it, probably not, they're too demised They will see me wanting nothing hiding from this world of something OPPERTUNITY is NOT seize the day CARPE DIEM thats what they say the only seizing that I'll do is when my body goes "Achoo!" And my body drops hard to the floor like some battering ram knocking down a door then to the hospital they will take me and UP the dosage all the way, SEE? to make things worse they'll find something new like what was once juvenile is becoming prgressive too then people will treat me nicer because I have problems to decipher about this wretched little life I live so, now, I say it again I have forever thought about death living MY life is suchs a threat to all who know me one wrong touch and THEIR lives will turn to dust because they found me in my bed they found me lying here, DEAD!