I can feel death inside me
Playing with my energy of unfolding told.
I feel her in the morning,
At night and during the day
When all seems emotionally fray.
I’m not ready yet, to give up this day
But as my energy dissipates
My frequency lowers over time
To remind me that it will come to dine.
Tightening until I’m done
Something that can not be undone.
Did I do everything that needed to be done?
No matter, the memories will last an eternal sum.
When will she really come?
I day I’m ready for,
Preparation needed but none.
An exciting thought as this life seems too short.