Agony

*Inspired by Leo Tolstoy's The Death of Ivan Ilyich* My caecum! Oh, my caecum... Or is it in fact my kidney? I suppose it could be my kidney, That is the catalyst for this agonizing journey towards death. Oh! The agony! Why do I suffer so? My life played out as it should have, Every aspect of propriety present. The highest members of society will applaud my lifetime's achievements: My wife My children My work My power My education My house My entertaining games of whist Have I not lived my life as I should have? Is it not actually the real thing? No. That's preposterous. I followed all the rules, yet I am being punished; What is there to do? How do I make it Stop? Oh, I fear death It is death I fear...