White sheets crisp and clean I despise.
They contrast this dreaded demise.
Will I wake in the dawn or cold grey of night
the sweat and the pain
anxiety drawn
another day borrowed to live on?
Don’t tell me of angels and God,
I can’t picture anything pure
Apprehension overwhelms me
subconscious mocks and tells me
this existence reeks of finality
Left here in bitter solitude
I rage with angered anguish
To no one left at all I cry
I don’t want to die
I am afraid
of becoming nothing
so here, just as I lived, I die
It is Time to Say Good-bye
For the longest I've sensed
my life isn't random
I know I've been blessed
Painful lessons
I have savored
emerging each time
with a sense of renewed inspiration
Embraced by reflections
of spirits divine
I have cared for and loved
those who love me
I hope I’ve passed the test
opening the door
from whence I came
With weary faith, I’ve earned a rest
Lovely twilight reaches me
I believe and I can see
my home, calming and familiar
It is time to say good-bye
with a full and anxious heart
here, just as I lived, I die
What is it you fear?
A tear for the dying drops to the floor.
Tears are for the living.
Not one shall endure.
This product of pain,
in the air does remain,
existing no more on the floor
Just as the tear ascends from the floor
not disappearing, but changing,
in one’s passing is gained,
in the air does remain,
unknown presence,
peace of mind
evermore.
Do not be afraid for the soul of another,
but fear that the pain may envelope your soul,
lamenting secession from pain left us here
by one so unlucky, escaping the fear.
By this you may find
life becomes your fearful vision
and death is precious deliverance.
Which is more precious to you?
When sadness appears,
have you any idea?
What is it you fear?