Soon Not to Be
The palpable
Premonitions—
Hardened, Stubborn
Lumps
Underneath the skin—
Foretell of imminent,
Painful,
Yet gradual
Decease;
The Worst
Of its kind—
Like a daytime Nightmare,
Hunting me
So I shall never
Sleep.
Who knew
Death
Was so Unapologetically
Mischievous?
King of the
Darkest humor,
You leave me
Speechless;
Foreshadowing my
Cease-to-be
With such Irony;
Inflicting
Fear and Sadness
So Immense,
All the while
Having convinced me
That you are
Funny.
What does a creature
So small
Do,
Facing a Force
Grand
Beyond comprehension?
I joke back
And Live this
Day
Like
Any
Other
Day,
But without
A minute of
Complaint.
Particular Moments 