Jason Thompson
Am I any good at this?
Or do people simply lie?
No one wants to upset me,
Afraid that I will die
But death doesn’t scare me
Nor does failure frighten
What I fear is being gone,
Long gone and forgotten
Because no one
Is ever truly gone when they die
They remain alive until something
Goes awry
One dies when their memory
Fades far, far away
That’s what I fear
I fear that looming day
Perhaps that’s why I write
Poetry, thoughtful and dry
To keep my memory alive,
So that I will never die