I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

So maybe I could move on

Bold and brave and strong



I can't comprehend death

It's too hard to understand

The unknown is like the dark

A primal fear to man



So here I mention death

Put it in front of the mirror

Hold it up to the light

So we can see it a little clearer



Maybe death is just like life

Perhaps just another version

Maybe it's a circle instead of a line

Maybe it doesn't even matter



I get scared of death

So I decided to write it down

And now I'm moving on

Bold and brave and strong

I imagine poets sitting in bed
Crumpled blankets and flannel
Untidy hair and untidy thoughts
I imagine poets laying in bed
Knowing that foot to floor
Is the surrender, again
The rush of the world
That rips away the poet’s palette
I imagine poets refusing to surrender
Writing poems
On how the blankets lay in repose....