A Life Never Lived

By Shawn McCann, student, Central New York Center–Syracuse Unit

January 12, 2012

From the kindling of my own lie,
spreads the flame of selfish desire.
I will stretch out my arms to die
in this all-consuming fire.

Do not, over my death, lament.
I only took, never to give.
I never discovered what love meant
or how to passionately live.

Do not adorn my gravestone
with the splendor of living flowers.
Let me lie barren and alone,
bereft of life’s fertile powers.

On the stone display no trace
as the cold wind blows
over the buried disgrace
of the life never lived lying below.