Please Don't Have Me Die Poem by Alim Lamont

You are up to bat at the plate this is it! This is your life! The ball comes your way, you take a swing and hit! Home run! The trajectory of your life is now the trajectory of that ball you just sent towards the stars up up and away, good right? I guess good like every other life has been but I don't want that I want to go up, up, but not away because eventually if I keep going away I'll get lost forever in time where not even my memory can survive and even so, if It could, I don't wanna survive through memories, I wanna keep going up and up till I'm another star in the sky where I can be seen every time it's dark at night and you need some light to keep you warm and guide you home.