Counting Days

How trivial it seems

How easy though

For who has not been through

Who hasn’t been thorough?

What they see is what I do not.

A mere reflection in the mirror is who I am not.

I do not want death, and I do not desire life.

Stuck between the two, I am negotiating why?

Who has the lead, who bids for more

Does life come with something that to death is elusive

Or has death something devious in store

Something's trapped in the head, delusional and dark

It's not about the decision, for the decision is past

As I sit to write but the rhythm has died –

Of give and take, ebb and flow, life and death, dark and light