about dying

I'm not going to beg you pardon
(for all that)
neither for my way of surviving
nor for the fact that I don't fear death.

I'm not going to tell you
(anything)
neither about my fear of dying
nor about the way I do
(die).

I’m not going to let you see
(ever)
neither the wounds you caused
nor the bandages I’m creating
(every minute of your absence).

I’m not going to break
(again)
neither the silence
nor into pieces.

I’m going to lose
(unrecoverable)
either my words
or my voice.
And if you ever knew
(more than this)
my words are my voice is my life
you should know
(tacitly)
that I’m going to die.

~ Abra ~