We all know it's coming
can sense
when it's close by,
feel its maligned presence
the weight
of its essence
afraid of the darkness
we learned to know,
the
despair and fear
we try so hard
not to show
marred by all the sadness
of those
we leave behind,
blending with the fog
of things
still not done
intuitively knowing
it's pointless
to fight,
tying-up loose ends
making
things right
reliving all the fondness
that has
touched your heart,
moments in time
like a
brilliant piece of art
as important as any birth
much more
than just an ending,
a book still being written
for what
lies just ahead
it comes for us all
lets us
know it's near,
unaware of the fact
it instills
so much fear
Like a cool chilling breeze
that sends
shivers down your spine,
when your time here
is up --
you know...
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