They say lay down
let it go,
watch your
tumor grow.
Till, it splits
like a tomato.
Till, its juices
wet the ground.
Seeds and skin
soil the earth,
moistening
the dirt.
It hurts
but living
is so much worse.

They say let go,
but your heart
still drums.
Your breathes
still come,
some harder,
others skipped,
sometimes steady,
other times jagged.
White hair thinning,
I am beginning
to see me in you.

They say go
way down into
the ground.
You will not
persevere.
You will be severed
from those mortal strings.
These mortal beings
will become only memories.

They say let go
and I know
that soon I will.