The Haze


United States
34° 0' 45.8892" N, 117° 9' 42.3684" W

I've been thinking about death

Not because I am dying

Not because I wish to die

Simply because I will eventually die


When I go, I don't want to fade

I fear feeling as though my head is filled with lead

I'm scared my voice will rebel and my lips won't move

If my body becomes a decoration, panic may take me


I don't want to lose myself

Actual death will be welcomed in place of this

Becoming sealed up within my thoughts

Unable to express because I am too weak


That haze between active life and passing

That is what strikes terror into me

Not death

Because in the haze, I'm afraid I cannot fully be me



I do not want to sit idle

Regardless of how ill my body may be

I will still seek to live

While I have life within this frame


Because that's who I am

Forever will I be stubborn

Anything that prevents me from remaining myself

That is what terrifies me


I know what awaits me

And that gives me strength

The fear will still remain

Of that time I may be lost within


Perhaps this fear will serve me well

The time to express myself is now

My thoughts will be made known in one form or another

By the time I lay dying, I will have said all I need to say


I want to be remembered by my life

Not pitied by how I left

I pray the haze will skip over me

If not, I hope it will pass quickly


But I know that when the time comes

I will have lived

I will have made myself proud

When I go, I will still be me


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