So many things I want to do
but don’t have time.
Why couldn’t we live longer?
THROUGH IMMORTAL LIPS. Frozen poetry
My worse fears:
Falling into oblivion
for letting death erase me
like a flower
deprived of life.
Dying for ever
for whatever reason
or not wanting
to live again.
Feeding hungry worms
with my remains
or sending them
to the four winds.
By recycling my own body
into many particles
of the atomic table
after cremation.
Accepting the end of life
disguised as afterlife,
Whilst hiding my own fears
of apocalypse.