I’m gonna die.
I’ve made my peace with that
it’s fine, it’s simple,
peaceful,
that.

but why's it seem like lately
always growing, ever strangely,
this feeling,
that I’m walking
drawing closer
to an end
that might come early.
worried? surely.
but I’m not;

I’ve seen it coming,
slowly.
Seen it dawning,
seen me falling,
crawling closer,
to an end;
that distant friend.

I won’t pretend
I fear it.
For closer, as I near it
I can feel my spirits calming,
resting,
silently;

finally.