An Explanation Regarding the New Poem and an Older Poem (Poem 7?)

So those of you who read my blog (few of you as it is) will find that the poem I had just posted on it a few days ago vanished. I started editing it, realized I only liked three lines, and scrapped it entirely except for the aforementioned three lines and one more line that I added post-factum. When I fix it, it will be up here. Until then, I leave you with an older poem:

Dying
I die of carelessness; I die of caution;
I die of fear; I die too brave for my own good;
I die from too much sweet devotion;
I die from lack of drink, for want of food.

I die silently, or I die screaming;
I die in tears, in pain, or from disease;
I die awake, I die when I am dreaming;
I die upon my feet, my hands, my knees.

I die in happiness; I die in blank despair;
I die with love, or with my frail heart torn asunder;
I die with ugly wounds, or I die fair;
I die in fire, in water, night, and thunder.

I die too old; I die too young for dying;
I die too sure, uncertain of my soul;
I die in tears, with eyes too dry for crying;
I die too much, too often, on the whole.

Ciao, friends.
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