Does it Matter?

Death

Wait! Can such dark thoughts
Be taken seriously?
Must we always be so literal?
Like poems are,
Can we r e a d b e t w e e n t h e l i n e s ?

Does it matter?

Must everything be so dark?
But where are my thoughts?
I seem to have lost them.
Maybe they're back with death.

Death? Who cares?
Qu'est-Ce-Que c'est?
Can we really compare death and dying?
Is there a difference?

I care.
I don't like death.
Don't like the thought of it...
It's natural...but it's natural only if it IS natural.

I don't like death caused by others
Or death caused by one's own self.
Do you need to read between the lines to know that?
Naturally not. There aren't any hidden meanings in this poem.

I love life!
I'm free in it.
But I'm tied to this poem,
So can I talk about death?

Can anyone REALLY talk about life and death?

Does anyone really have the right?

After all, can it still be counted?
But again, where are my thoughts?
Back with life now, I guess.
Why can't you catch thoughts?

Why can't you hold them still?

Maybe that's not how they want to be...