Waiting To Die
We are all waiting to die and
the way that we wait is the only thing
that sets us apart.
Most rather not mention or think about death
so they live every day as if another one
is automatically guaranteed.
Filling days with temporary delight
and self inquiries into small fleeting pleasures.
Death doesn't amaze me but my prize for enduring
this earth is what garners my attention. I sit anxiously
in anticipation for what I have earned.
I know death will come for me when it is ready.
I respect death so I'm still here
just waiting to die
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