WHEN YOU ARE DEAD

When you are dead

You don’t care

That blemish

Just a blemish

Your weight

Just a number

The gossip

Just stories

The haters

Just puppets

When you are dead

The dreams

Are just movies

The hopes

Just a waste of time

The work

Just distraction

When you are dead

If you could wish

And you wouldn’t

But if you could

You would wish

That you had lived

Without all the worries

Responsible for killing you

Tagged: ANXIETY, Death, Family, life, NaBloPoMo, POEM, Poet, POETRY, relationships, worry