Wouldn't it be better
rather than
passing on the misery,
bequeathing the failures
tailored specifically
for those that follow you...
Would it be better
rather than
embracing their past acidity
that seeps through and beyond you
more faintly arising the next morning
a curated wreath your final reward...
Wouldn't it be better
rather than
sedating the encroaching rot
leaving yours yet another life unsown
thinking yet again you've done enough
you caught sight of those after you...
Would it be better
rather than
living the recurrent life
you chose to heal first you
touch next those around you,
those you've birthed and loved
and those that live after you.