when I suddenly die? Some say I won’t.
But I don’t know about that, “She didn’t suffer”.

Will the shock I feel last a few seconds, minutes, hours or days?
How will I feel the waves of grieving in my dead body?

Will I lie dead, silently protesting, when I already knew ahead about the plot twist?

Is a sudden death really unexpected?

When The Fast Finger Snap happens, I am already prepared, I guess.
I’ve watched thousands of sudden deaths

-in the movies.
They’re convenient practice simulations for The Big Crash.

I really don’t need an unhurried, patient, procrastinating, slow death walk.
I am already prepared for The Last Gasp.

My cremation is Paid in Full. My Will is Ready to Read. I have a super fine executor signed up, prepared and ready to go

when I’m ready To Let Go & Drop Dead.

I have broken fences that can stay broken fences, and I am okay with that.

They keep getting broken and keep falling over

no matter how many times I try to fix them, they keep falling over.
I can Accept a Rest In Peace over that.

Why does this poem exist?

I’ve never heard anyone say, “I was not shocked when I died”

or “I was shocked when I died”, so naturally I’m curious.

I’ve heard the saying, “Live each day like it’s your last day,”

and how many are doing this? I am. I keep falling over –

my aging and falling is or was, depending on when you read this, my Out of Breathe & death rattle practice, if the It All Ends ends that way.

This poem I MAY read after Succumbing may be the proof that

The After Death that I imagined & expected it, held close to my heart & predicted, crossed my fingers hoping, even saw it coming, I think

may be the proof of the unsurprising change in the direction of

No Plot Twist?

I may be, or was, depending on when you read this, however

may be shocked over A Change in Plans. However,

I know myself well enough to know that I will die like I lived,

open-minded, and still likely feeling shocked, at least at first,

over what will happen –

if it may happen –

a long drawn out shockingly Long Complex Fright –

Dying For Months and Years, or hopefully instead,

The Flip of the Switch, The Blink of the Eye,

The Keep it Simple. The Quickest. Got It Over With.
The No Death Bed Tears. Ripped the Bandage Off. Pulled the Weed Out sudden death.
——
If you and I won’t have the chance to say Adios,

before the It Happened for either one of us,

“May Inner Peace Soften Any Shocks – And Rest in Peace”

©️December 2024 Much Love, Deb Poems

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