I Curseth Thee

Death may knock on my door

But I shall not answer

I will ignore its somber call

Answering its call

may be inevitable

But I shall delay it

For as long as I can

Death may knock on my door

But I shall not answer

I will ignore its somber call

Most people curse their mortality

But I shall rejoice in it

Death shall not make me regret life

Regret my very existence

I do not curse my mortality

Instead I curse death’s hold on me

Curse its ability to scare me

Curse its ability to sadden me

Curse its ability to keep me up at night

I do not curse my mortality

But rather my perception of immortality

The preconceived notion of my youth

That death would never touch me

That it would always remain a stranger

That it would only happen to other people

That preconceived notion

Gave me false hope

And for that I curse it

I curse it more than I curse death

and my inevitability of answering

that somber call