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Deathbed Dreams

Artwork by Giorgi Tordia

I see photos.
Thousands of photos
Of lives seemingly built
On foundations of frenzied nothing.
Everything
Bigger.
Better.
Brighter.
All adding up to nothing.
Behind all of that busyness,
Emptiness.

I cannot anymore.
I’m running back to my childhood
So I can remember
My deathbed dreams.
Keep your rat race
Keep your competition
Keep your inferiority complex
Keep your façade,
The inconsequential
The things that never mattered
In the first place.
Keep your insecurities,
But come back to me
when you remember your vulnerability.

Give me my deathbed dreams
So I can live them while I still
Have life left in me.

—

Poem by Naila Hess

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