Orison

Exiting existence

Photo by Hamish Weir on Unsplash

Ever stand witness to decay in close range?
A renascence, truly
When there are lesions in my brain
Would I too, turn to god?
The god I had disowned
For spurning my atoms at birth
Mercy
Mercy, please
Let me die
Let me die intact
Not a caricature
Not nourishment for a cursed myth