I see it before me
Empty,
I feel it cold to the touch,
It is like I am being called to it,
As if it wishes me to lie still,
Wanting me in an eternal sleep.
I stagger out side, I walk as if in a dream
To see a hole dug in the ground
Seven feet by two feet
Empty, water filled
I see a grave stone
Here lies, the words not complete,
I smell
Death,
Release,  
Peace,
Wet dirt as it rains on me.
I feel as though gravity is tugging at me
As it wants this hole filled
I am not dead, at least I think not,
I will not be told what is fate
My path is my own,
I will walk it, till complete
Then I will gladly surrender
To this the eternal sleep.
But for now I live, I do not hunger
Death,
Release,
Sleep,
I awake sweating, was it a dream
Was it imagination run wild?
I look down to my feet,
Soaked,
*****,
The scent of death on my cold feet,
I will live my life, never to give in
This may be my future,
But it is a long way off, each day is precious
I will live it fully,
Till my last breath escapes me, never giving in.