Jackson Hintz

Rookie - 195 Points (1997)

Death - Poem by Jackson Hintz

there is something to be said about bleeding out.
my skin so fragile and my mind's too willing at the mention of the prospect.
the warmth will wash over me like a baptism at the altar of better times
and the darkness will fill the absence in my veins as it pulls at my eyelids and holds off my gravity
leaving me an astronaut floating in the space between war and peace
pulling on my hose until my oxygens breached.
death is easy
calm are the breezes and the screams just won't reach me.
i'm elsewhere and far away
and there's no tunnel with a light, it's all just like a cloudy day,
easy on the eyes.
and i don't focus on the lies or regrets
or hope for a reset
i just relax and take deep breaths until i'm not breathing at all
cutting off my lungs so that my heart loses half its purpose and can focus on feeling something
the last something
and then maybe there will be nothing
maybe there will be a God up there and maybe i'll feel everything
maybe maybe is just too much for me to count on.
cause i don't want to wait for things possibly getting better once i'm gone.
I've seen the blueprint for heaven in the blue of her eyes
and i'll be damned if i died saying i never tried.
i want my sweaty palms to start a fire that will burn through the space between us and pull you into my arms
i want a relationship based off of a whatever kind of attitude, where we're not scared of being scared.
and one day, God or a lesser king, will take away my relief
leaving me to my whiskey and wine pretending i've found reprieve

Topic(s) of this poem: death, love

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016

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