Transparency Poem by Hayley Gilmore

I would much rather lay dead in a box
In the ground, below surface
Or washed away to sea
Projected upwards into the open space
To suffocate slowly in thin air
Float carelessly amongst the stars
With the ability to keep away from other peoples' lies
I'd be alone, silent.
Cold, dead.
I would no longer feel any pain
No more aching from the inside out
Through every bone
I'd be unable to feel the weather change
The sun's moody glare would not affect me
Nor bother me
I would not be uncomfortably sitting in this
Cold, bland, quiet classroom
Where I am alone.
I cannot stand always being
Alone.