How much do you have to hate life,
to not be scared of death?
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
Because I really am afraid
But life has only sharp things
Wonder if death is willing to trade...
Embedded in the recesses of my core
Nestled deep, this tiny thorn
The source of my disconcerting sore
That stabs itself deep
Extract it I will not
Think it's worth the keep
With never a dull blade
Stabs itself right through
Pain that will never fade
Injecting the good and bad
Side effects loom
Driving me quite mad
Rammed into my heart
It doubles me over
It rips me apart
Impaling without fail
Siphoning my soul
Through the holes in my mail
These are the few sharp things that I own
The only things I've learnt to savour
I've nurtured them large; now fully grown
Always wondered what death has got to offer...
Line taken off ThePoet's "How?", for Frank Ruland's "I Love Doing Lines!" challenge.
This line left me speechless when I first read it. It boasts of so few words but bears so much weight. It's smart, thought provoking and amazingly deep.
I started toying with it and came up with a response.
I am a big fan of ThePoet. I find that her entries exhibit uncanny wisdom, well laid thoughts and they're incredibly captivating.
Here's to you, ThePoet...
Thank you for the inspiration!