If I Die
If I am to die today, listen and please try to understand
I am not to be blamed, as
These woods are adamantly magical, although the sky,
Overcast and gray as it is,
I could envision the rain falling, though
No droplets seem to be touching the ground,
Paved with asphalt it is,
Black as a nightmare it is, and
If I were to have been attacked or strangled by
This strange person whose voice I have heard commanding me to die,
Some horrific humanoid creature that wants me damned, dead and gone,
If I am to die to day, it is to be my fate;
I just cannot persevere,
Not one more moment, neither a second longer, as
My pain has cut me so deeply,
I believe my time has come.
Please do not pick roses for me, neither
Wild flowers whether be wild violets, dandelions or
Let the morning glories open and laugh all they care to, as
I cannot laugh, but neither can I weep,
Though pain cuts deeply into my soul and the very core of me.
No rain has ever fallen from my heart, or laughter from my essence.
Somehow I cannot feel the raindrops no matter how hard they fall
Touch my lashes or braise my skin, and as
I try to collect the few leaves that fall from the maple trees in this forest
In the early summertime,
I hold them in my cupped hands so that
I may forlornly place them upon my gravesite
If I am to die today.
If today is the day that I am to die,
It will only be the obedience of some commanding voice or thought
That so cruelly orders me to take my life –
I know deep inside my core that this lurid command
I must obey.
I am forever on the run with the graceful and lovely deer that rule these woods,
Forever on the run I am from what has been deemed as reality.
If today is the day that I am to die,
It is my plight,
Suicide must be my fate tonight,
But please do not punish me for I am at such a loss,
So confused of what is real and what is not,
I must obey the lurid commands that permeate my mind so many hours of each day and night I am alive,
For if I do not I shall be destined anyways, to burn in hell-
My pain cuts more deeply every single moment that advances on my inner time clock,
So tonight must be the time my life must end.
Please do not pick roses or any wild flowers
To place by my gravesite, just
Let the morning glories’ laughter entertain you as you
Walk past my stone and
Accept my apologies for leaving you- my family and the few friends I have on this planet,
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poem by Claudia Krizay
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