They have fallen before me.
Nearly an entire generation gone.
One by one into the abyss, into the realm of never to be seen or heard again.
Yet, I remain.
Not easy to explain.
Why I and not another more worthy remain.
Close to death so many times only to escape.
And why me and not another who is more deserving of life than me?
Why do I stand by their graveside looking down, saying goodbye?
Why them and not me?
🕯 The Coward in Me
The thought of ending it has come to my mind many times.
But the coward in me has resisted the impulse.
I know that I will join the fallen ones.
My moment is certain to come.
My end was sealed at the instant of my conception.
Prolonged for no reason other than to cause myself and others harm.
No fitting end to an unwanted start.
No honors to write on the gravestone.
🌺 Fading Flowers, Diminishing Visits
They have fallen before me.
Nearly an entire generation dismissed without regard.
Fading and dying flowers.
Visits that slowly diminish.
Memories consumed by the pursuits of life.
And I remain. The others are gone.
Health and beauty defeated by age for some.
Accidents that happened in an instant for others.
Overcome by the fragility of the body for more than one.
And I stand beside a hole in the ground looking down.
🌌 The Fear of the Unknown
Life is the only state of being that I know.
This one dimension of existence creates a fear of the unknown in me.
But why should I be afraid of something embedded in my genes before fertilization?
Why should I say, “let me live” and the others were not granted this privilege?
They have fallen before me.
I remain.
Nearly an entire generation washed away.
And I remain.
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