I live but am not long for this world,
The banner of our lives now finally unfurled,
The darkness and black awkwardly smattered
With flashes of emotions that seemed to have mattered.
To die is something new, although not to all,
Many have taken this leap, although some see as a fall.
Outward from out life and shallow human shell
We, the children, shall spring answering our knell,
Death is not final, nor is it decisive,
It is only the beckon that asks for what we will give,
To release ourselves of the shackles we’ve made.
Pain serves only as an achor keeping us moored
In this damnable port, our lives in sorrow secured.
Our deaths we can choose although untimely our part
Should we choose to rip our own life from our heart.
Such haste unrequired to meet with this one
That shall breach all our lives with loving none.
Our part from this world shall be well marked,
Each passing pressing upon hearts deaf or harked.
Regardless of how, when or why
We are summoned to die
Is it from one that we loved,
The enlightening summoner
Or a power beyond that we will take
Our final embrace?