I Never Thought of Myself

I cannot help but feel afraid As I approach my final days For what will happen when I'm gone? Will life go on, or simply fade? The world moves forward, ever on In spite of all the pain and strife It cares not for my fleeting breath Or for the end of my own life But though I fear what lies ahead I cannot help but feel some peace For I will join the countless dead And all this life will one day cease And maybe in that final sleep I'll find some rest, some sweet release And though the world will still go on I'll be at peace, at last at ease. :: 04.14.2023 :: Poet's notes: My thoughts of how Emily Dickinson felt knowing she was dying.