End

Written by: Kamila Godzinska

My heart sinks in terror
that this beat may be its last,
that the pulse will stop.
I fear that the end is near.

Guilt suffocates my throat
at the thought of painting a grey mask
on the faces of those whom I love.
They fear that the end is close.

I shudder at the thought
that our names will be forgotten,
that their memento will turn to dust.
For remembrance we plead as the end is impending.

Regret poisons my mind with its toxins.
My aims aren’t fulfilled.
My life has not begun.
 It’s the end itself that I fear. 
There is so much joy I look forward to,
so much success, passion, love.
I plan my future with delight and hope, 
yet I know that the end has come.