DEATHMODE (typical constant thoughts of an old fart)
I wouldn't have the slightest problem
if ever asked
'what is it that haunts you most?'
which I have carried on the tip of my tongue
ever since the naive youth in me
gave up his silly assumption
of being immortal
having waited for such a moment
'I can tell you exactly what it is'
it is the draining of time
as if in liquid form
being poured away-
my vessel of existence emptying
and by realising that this diminishing of my days
is gaining momentum
brings on the fear of how very close
the transience could be
that I could without warning
suddenly arrive on my final day
incredulous that it....
© Stef Wilde 15/12/2017