Not Bold Enough To Live Not Brave Enough To Die Poem by Nyx C Styx

I

Do you think it's marrow that runs in these bones

or firm ligaments that hold me together?

A perfect fit in a crowd of unknowns.

Its spring but my soul is winter weather.

II

The tubs in these Cities stain pink.

Rope business has never been better.

Suicide notes is when they put paper to ink;

Wait as day longer, could it have been a love letter?

III

Dearest recently departed Love

to whom I dedicate this mourning dove,

How'd you conjure the courage to meet your Maker?

Second thoughts on your way to the Undertaker?

IV

I envy your courage, in its place I have hope

so I pick up this pen instead of your rope

and write about a place where there is no Winter weather,

If only we could have found that place to together

V

To this world, I don't know how to say goodbye

I am not bold enough to live, nor brave enough to die.