Last week the death panic came again,
just as I was drifting off to sleep
or to die?
No! (turning over quickly and opening my eyes)
No! Not yet, it’s not fair!
I haven’t had time to …
… unfail my true purpose in life
Give me more time
(who the hell am I talking to?)
Give me time and I will be yours forever
and this will be my mantra:
Tomorrow I will love selflessly
Tomorrow I will labour willingly
Tomorrow I will seek joy and not despair
The mantra complete,
I felt calmer.
Last night, when the panic came again,
and again Death chewed up Hope
and spat it in my face,
I was ready.
Chanting my mantra,
like holding a crucifix in front of me,
until Death retreated.
who the hell am I talking to?