Death Is Not An Option Poem by Monica O'Connor

The expansion of the space between us will leave us wondering.
And death is not an option.
As you tumbled from your pedestal,
I rose again, this time with my cross to bear.
The words that ring agaisnt the bells mean nothing,
just noise over the canal.
You're only what I've made you.
Is it degrading that you're nothing now?
Long gone are high hopes for another baseless dream.
Downfalls are bitter.
Show us how callous you really are,
because death is not an option.