I’m afraid of the closing of a past lifetime,
That dying light at the end of my horizons.
The dark sends terror through my very existence,
Knowing I’ll soon forget the breeze of a thousand twilights.
The passing of a loved one marks the ticking of my time,
But what else can I do other than wait?
Wait for the curse of life’s greatest downfall,
Or perhaps embrace it as a gift of God?
The eclipse of my days may be set in stone,
But why can’t I resist the fear?
I feel it beckoning, disguised as the sun,
Yet there’s a shadow lurking beneath the rays.
Soon I shall pass, and not even know it,
Yet I still fear the very thing I was born to do.