We do not remember the money
The only reason we were there
To save and spend on our existence
The first real way to be an adult
We remember the work
Clock in and out, Hihowareyouareyoufindingeverythingok
Coworkers and customers
Relationships we develop along the way
We remember waiting
We do not remember death
Surrounded by white walls
And that sickly hospital smell
The soft beeping of the devices that sustain you
And looks of pity from all sides
We remember our wives and children
Friends and family
The impressions that we made
And things we loved to do,
The ways we passed time
We remember waiting
It is called life
It beats us down and fractures us, it plays upon our fear
And though we try and fail to fight, with rage and many tears
Immobilizing us from life, a different kind of heart attack
And drowns us deep from every source, through every pore and crack
It swallows us, consumes us whole, the omnipresent black
But this is not the end
credits
from for those who have died...,
released March 28, 2017
Edited by Nicholas Swearingen
Music by Nicholas Swearingen
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