The Key To Immortality (...Even When I Am Gone) Poem by Stephen Denny Paul White

If I died this very second
I would leave these words behind
To anyone who'd hear me out;
to learn a lesson of the kind.

I'm writing this in fear of death,
In fear of breathing my last breath.
I do not want to leave unless
Somebody reassures me that
Not too long after I'll come back.

I'm trying to refrain from tears;
to keep a status through the years.
I feel I must escape my fears;
I have to find a place where I
assuredly will never die.

I don't want to be left behind.
I want to live for all of time.
The thought that lingers in my mind
-that sense of blackness eternally-
...It scares the hell right outta me.

I'm fine inside my cozy home,
Cooped up, and sitting all alone;
with noise and light from windows shone.
I could just sit and watch re-runs
of Will & Grace, or Friends, or Scrubs.

I fear to leave each second knowing,
Every one means life is going
- can't you see, my fear is showing...
[Claustrophobic to the death
don't want to be in a casket]

I see me years from now in pain
As life begins to slip away;
me wishing I could live again,
Knowing full well I cannot
-that in my grave I'm gonna rot.

The Left Turn | Right Turn,
I try to discern
Which choice is better
-and which is worse.

The truth's that there is not a key
that opens immortality.
We die- it all is meant to be;
It's humans fate to live, then die.
A little early, however... I still say goodbye.

{Please do not let me be forgotten.
In the grave, while I am rotting,
read these words, then pass them on
so that my presence will stay strong
-Even when I am gone...}