Literature
Light Switch
And as cliche as it may be,
When we take "the long sleep",
We don't get night-lights.
And the truth is-
I'm scared of the dark.
So, no, I'm not "ready"-
I'll never be "ready"-
But I know
That I never want to reach the point where my hands
Are too shaky to hold a pencil,
Because I have nothing left to write down.
I know that I don't want to die like some out-grown t-shirt,
Crumbled and fading in an unconcerned closet,
I know that I don't want to go stale in some hospital cabinet,
Alone with a too-loud TV and the nagging idea that whatever I did,
I should have done more .
When I die,
I want to die as me,
Not this wrinkled t