An appropriate manner of ending

Should the breath

In my lungs grow

Too clotted

If my blood grows torpid

Fetid to look upon

Too sick of life

To pretend empty

Isn’t better

And rather than pretend

The end isn’t inevitable

But my disdain is reserved for

The thought I won’t choose

Some stronger way to pass


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