I can feel death inside me, reminding 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 death come?
I day I’m ready for, preparation needed but none.
Silence, an exciting thought as this life seems too short.