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Live For

A poem about fighting death

By Dae GastonPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Live For
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Walking through life, I'm falling hard and fast.

Yet I still stand on the firmaments of my own devices.

Hitting the cold pavement, my being inflamed.

The cries. "Forget us, send us to our demises."

Yet I still stand without a worthy scratch, or the markings of an undesirable.

My heart is presently weak as it pumps its blood of my passion.

Though I still stand, I'm fading into the incurable,

and my lips reach for words at my throat, forever raking.

Taking necrotic breaths, I heave endlessly in limbo for the end.

I manage and muster until my final acuity is uttered meticulously.

"Live for...." Like water through a marsh, I fall through the ethereal purgatory.

Floating there in the emptiness of my final layover, a flash of light cutting through me.

'Time to go home?” But nothing happens until the end.

Ancient, holy, free, sacred, shamballa, heaven, nirvana? Valhalla is a cruel hyperbole.

Fading away, I can't fall hard and fast. I never had the luxury.

What celestial sphere? Where? Nothing. Nowhere. Never.

No cries nor demise had ever happened, evil was never wrong.

A heart never held passion, impossibility was a choice.

Word was not of thought. Thought was not of reality.

Open your eyes and wake up. This nightmare was never your dream.

Staring at the acoustic, "Live for...?"

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Dae Gaston

Dae Gaston is a writer, entrepreneur, and activist based out of New Hampshire.

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