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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.

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