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I grew up rural working class. Much of my work is raw and from experience.
Many stories and poems published worldwide.

2014 Pushcart Prize nominee. (more)


''They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes,
Within a dream.''


Contact: anthonyjlangford2@yahoo.com.au

Afraid of no emotion



Meeting ends


Death is eternal
It waits for us
Composed
Sometimes impatiently
Yet will not be denied.

I am not afraid of death
The option is to never have existed
To have been without
Emotion of any kind.

I am afraid of dying languidly
Of obstinate pain
And much time to think.

I am afraid of being afraid
I am not strong
I don’t want to be scared.

I am afraid to leave my daughter behind
Before she has grown up
She needs a father
She needs me.

I can say goodbye to the world
But I cannot say goodbye to her.


Dance of Death - a woodcut by Hans Holbein, 1538





2 comments:

  1. I'm glad you - er, the narrator - feels this way. It means he is fully alive.

    Love you.

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  2. Afraid of being afraid - you bet. That's why when I find my mind thinking about my mortality I quickly change the subject. It would help so much if I believed in an afterlife. I like the top picture, a perfect image for the poem, emotions (flowers) creeping into a dead thing.

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