I think about death
about being old and pale,
hands shaking, bed-bound
adult diapers, left alone.

I think about death
about cancer eating my insides,
a quarter of the man I used to be,
a hospital bed, machines humming
my last words, my last breath.

I think about death
that sudden fall, dead weight on the floor
claimed by a heart attack, gone for good,
no final sorries or goodbyes.

I think about death
burnt alive in a plane crash,
pulped in a car accident,
drowned in a sunken boat.

I think about death
losing the love of my life,
losing my child,
still breathing, having lost all meaning.

I think about death
of lives lost to war, hatred and greed
of bodies drowned in the rubble
of cries buried within more cries.

I think about death
the end of desires and suffering
the body I cared for
the life I coveted.

I think about death
do I want to live forever?
the infinite cycle of hope, love and regret
forever witnessing the world's glory and despair.

I think about death
the beauty of it, the promise it brings
the end of both pain and pleasure
anytime for everyone.