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?'

 

my answer

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

would be

'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

unstoppably so

 

and by realising that this diminishing of my days

is gaining momentum

accelerating

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....

is.......

all.........

OVER!

 

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© Stef Wilde 15/12/2017