Better Off...

I waited.
I wait.
I rose to meet your face
and still, I set
according to the stars;
and the world anticipated
my

withdrawal.

Am I
better off dead?
Are you
better off in the distance?

I pushed.
I push.

I can't blame oblivion
for everyone sees me bleed.
They know my scars try
to strangle my soul at night.

Who is
better off?
I can't decide.

Will the earth call on
another light?

For God wouldn't leave this
world in darkness, would he?

Is death all I have now?