Is death a vision?

Finality maybe,

The thought of you gone,

Comes morbidly.

A stone throw away,

From the life you know,

There will be a day,

You will beg to go.

Forever vacation,

Some would say,

Freedom from the pain,

That wouldn’t go away.

Cries for help,

Don’t more no more,

Your helm’s deep,

Has no shore.

Worth becomes extinct,

Loathing- the latter,

Yet if you go (leave foresight)

How will you know when it gets better.