Shrapnel
Am I the explosion or the explosive?
Am I a part of the living or part of the
dead?
Does it really matter, if I breathe or dont,
It doesn't make a difference , I don't
believe in the ripple effect .
Like a grenade, compact and lean.
With a missing pin ,
in a battlefield.
I will explode , this second , maybe the
next.
If not now maybe then.
Time is endless , seconds , minutes ,
hours.
But death is immortal , so much so even
time bends.
When I explode , what will remain ,
Just shrapnel , and maybe some pain.
What difference does it make ,
When to death you have been sold either
way.
Every second of every day , like a timed
bomb ticking away
If not now , maybe then.
So if I surrender , does that make a
coward.
Does it mean I'm weak ,
or strong enough to know what hovers.
I don't want to be immortalized , or
remembered.
I don't mind being forgotten , not even
noticed .
Because no matter the admirers , the
lovers and their memories,
Death will come so why waste in pain.
If not now , maybe then.
Amanda Miller
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