Poetry – haylesmaree

Write now

First we die…

And, we write letters about all the things we wanted to do but didn’t.

Followed by all the things we did do but didn’t want to.

… then we live.

©haylesmaree

… and perhaps,

we can only feel the

Towards

in the

Away.

©haylesmaree

I am suffocated by the clarity,

strangled by the empty,

murdered by the cure.

©haylesmaree

In case you fail,

I’m proud.

In case you’re perfect

I’m gone.

©haylesmaree

So long as I am missing,

I am found.

©haylesmaree

I do not ask to be understood,

I ask to be respected.

©haylesmaree

… and perhaps we’re all just ordering cups of perspective,

expecting to wake up.