What do you do when you know death is looming near,
And it is not death that you actually fear.
The thought that you will loose an entity as a whole,
That the person would have floated away as a soul.
Out of space,memories drifted behind..
Just empty space and vacuum left behind.
A figure which existed in true sense
To be disintegrated in endless time
How must it feel for the person you wonder,
To wish the end for the monotony of ailing time...
To wish that endless oblivion lasts forever..
To agonizingly wait for death to knock on the door..
To end the suffering and wanting no more..
When the person wants the remaining days to lapse,
Hoping tomorrow may bring the end perhaps..
Everyone comes down here with quota of days,
It is imminent and you can't run away..
And you feel guilty for not having a ray of hope...
No matter how hard you try the person slides off the slope.
When the sunken hollow eyes bore into your heart,
The feeble voice makes you feel miles apart.
Everyone questions,what are the chances?
I know the answer but I dread to accept it,
I want the person to stay,
I want the person to be free.
I don't want them to fight the nightmares in their head,
I feel guilty for having such thoughts...
But I question is it worth the suffering and pain..
The diverse thoughts is difficult to explain.
Who am I to fight against the odds,
Who am I to decide the odds?
