This place I’m going is death’s next door neighbor

This place I’m going is death’s next door neighbor

Undergraduate poems

In this poem, written during his time at Trinity University, David Matias describes his spirit as a cloud that other people try to damage. Throughout his career, Matias thought and wrote often about death. He watched many friends die of AIDS, and many others commit suicide. This poem draft reflects Matias’ feeling of having death as his next-door neighbor, a nearby force he had to accept in order to survive.

David Matias

David Matias Papers

Elizabeth Huth Coates Library Special Collections, Trinity University

1979-1983

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