Do Not Go Gentle: A Death In Three Parts Poem by Saydra Basta

Catatonia
I'm only awake in the dark
Caught in a half lucid stupor
Staring at my veins
And wondering just how much pressure they can take
Before they leak onto the carpet, stain the floors
And blend into the night
But these thoughts move much quicker than I
I'm much too tired to die

The Burial
As though my bones are full of lead
I'm sinking six feet deep into dirt
Mercy would kill me first
But I'll sooner choke on earth
Inch by inch
Naturally

Hide and seek
I wonder who would find me
Let's have a sense of humor.
Close your eyes and count to ten
Search manically
I'll be out before you know it
Everyone wins.