I’m (Not) Dying Poem by allan macli borges

He went steady on me and said the words
My wave broke strong against the coast cracking
The foam of my thought spread out and vanished
What is coming for me can I imagine?
My body is cold and broken one
I will not live crawling the ground below
Nevertheless I cannot hold all of it on my own
It’s the life beckoning from the ship that leaves
The sea takes my all that goes with the rivers
And the shadow of me stays just a shape in the distance
Trying to find a shell to hide in from the death’s inherence
Last words….last will…last song… last view
No time to show I regret for the love I’ve lost
The songs I left unsung will be played for someone else
The lines I left unwritten will never fall from one’s pen
Only the dead know the meaning that lies on life
As the cap down and shout there’s no back again
But I told the world I am not dying at all
Amongst the trees of my Marajó I will be the last one to fall




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