My absence, let it be inconspicuous,
so no one can see what is that I lacked.
Death has waited for me, did so for long.
I do not fear it, I have felt hell before
and all the shades of pain.
I suppose, I must learn to love the end of all things.
I was always inadequate, couldn't be all people.
Some just hadn't realized it, they thought I lived in fear.
They were wrong, I lived for dying,
and I did so, quite well.
I was born in chaos, impervious to suffering,
I fell in love with agony.
Loneliness followed me.
My spirit soared
for living a life immune to pain.
Oh! How I wept to welcome death!
Now that is here, I will say my goodbyes to loneliness,
a needed evil to grow into blackness,
and await peace in stillness by the flames,
the tongues of Satan.
My last breath I welcome to expire
as did the oxygen of happiness,
let go of me, the day
I was born, I died.
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I am from the Canary Islands, Spain. I moved to the USA when I was sixteen years old to further my education. I am a multifaceted artist, but above everything, I write. Right now, I am undergoing medical treatment so I have had the wonderful opportunity to pursue my passion as a writer. This poem was inspired by my own life, living with a chronic illness, and the pain of my own personal journey.