I’ve been preparing for this moment.
With hand sanitizers, apples
And a lack of cigarettes.
The picture of health
High cardio and low cholesterol.
45 SPF, 8 glasses daily, latex condoms.
I live my life the way ‘they’ told me to.
A victim of the posters on the Doctors wall.
My life will be taken too soon
A vain attempt to purge
Myself of illness.
Yet, here I am, looking back
My life is not flashing
I can’t recall a single moment
A lack of feeling, no emotion, no experience.
Planning and preparing to live forever
And in the process
Forgetting to live.
With a futile
Attempt to escape mortality,
My life is inevitably mortal
I have been behind my bars of fear
Waiting for the end
Much like Death Row.