work in progress: death’s door (previously the other side)

i see you in all my imperfections
the parts of me that crave insurrection
are constantly subdued
there’s no use

one of us is already on the other side of death’s door
your life was spent, mine still has a bit more
within each day, larger than before

i hear you in such reminiscences
from the others i can tell the differences
a glow like the sunrise
just as described

so much life lived wasted, racing towards the mat of death’s door
what was the end, the start of something more
within each night, dreams to become lore

i learned more when i refused to
i don’t make as many mistakes as i used to
i’m sure that would
make you smile if you could
i’ve seen things you couldn’t fathom
broken down to the first atom