The Death of I Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

There are countless ways to die:

One can fall to their death—

Plummet from the gripless sky.

They can lose infinite breath,

Or get impaled through their eye.

They can seek out every answer—

Never find out what they seek—

Won’t stop flesh feasting cancer,

No matter how humble or meek.

Yes, there are multiple ways to die—

To say otherwise, a lack of breadth—

Who am I to write down a lie?

But worse to experience the depth

Of death’s permanence—gone awry—

Like Prometheus, though I never stole fire,

Nor gave what doesn’t belong to people.

A faithful life lived—given to the pyre—

Never consumed while affixed to a steeple.

Certainly, there are many ways to die,

None seeming worse

Than the death of I.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 9, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Offline)
Published: January 9th, 2026 10:32
Comment from author about the poem: Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. This is part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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