Death

To fear death is to fear life

and to fear life is to fear love.

Yet I’ve never loved,

so I have never lived, right?

But I fear death.

I fear it may be upon me.

I fear it may creep through me

like a surprise that comes too soon,

or a dream, gone too soon.

I don’t want my time to run out yet.

It’s not yet for me, I’m not done.

Oh what fear it is to close your eyes

feeling you might never open them again.

MdG