It's always there.
It creeps to my head.
It sits in the back.
Hits me when it knows I'm weak and
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its seems as though the last bits about not being ready are just a lie told to help control the thoughts of death? and really the poet knows it because they know they come when they are weak and ready? am i completely off trail here?
Its about death and my thoughts on suicide comming when i am weak and frail but when this poem was written it returned to haunt me but i was far from ready so i threw it out the door and blocked it out and one day soon i will be there but for now i have living to do...