When We Fall

If a tree falls in a forest and no one remembers it

Did it still happen?

Did its years growing from a sprout in the ground

To a towering anchor for dirt below

Surviving a thousand fires and storms

Only to be cut down by the hand of man

Chopped and mashed into a pulp

Packaged in boxes to be sold for entertainment

Grinded into dust to be recycled

Become a forgotten cycle of nothing?

Can you be afraid of something you can’t remember?

Because when you die

You won’t know you’re dead

Stuffed into a box

Buried six feet under the ground

You won’t be the one crying at your funeral

You won’t be

The one breaking when you look up at your mother

Your eyes blank

Seeing nothing but a stranger standing beside you

Sinking into a sea of despair

Drowning

My greatest fear

Is not the death everybody has to face sooner or later in life

It is making the ones I love die with me

The oblivious amongst the tragic

A tree that does not recognize its own roots

As they struggle to hold up

The person they know is gone

What would it be like?

When the Russian roulette game in my DNA

Hands me the same bullet

Haunting the generations past of my family

Promising peace as my world faces Armageddon

What about when it digs the bullet from my hollow skull

And hands it to my baby brother?

Death is an island I’d rather face alone

Cut away from the hearts of my family

Chopped and mashed into a pulp

Packaged neatly into a box

Becoming dust to live once again

To let the ones I love live a little longer

Let me keep my memories

Let me exist just a little longer