The Hurricane Of Death

many emotions crowd my mind I know that death is coming yet death is but a shadow it is the pain of dying I fear the physical torment and the grief of losses I dread the death of sunrise the season of darkness the preemptive blindness of tears memory is my only comfort and soon that too will fade every element of life banished awareness brings sadness depression hangs in the air joy is muted by a stagnant fog then there is the rage the rage at self for my mistakes and rage for all that I postponed and there is hopelessness terminal illness makes no deals regardless of prayer or merit like a wolf death stalks its prey no weapon provides defense there is no hiding place death is a storm at sea beyond the shores of hope the lightning flashes a warning abandoned in the riptide life's breath drifts away till strength and will are gone death is loneliness death is personal no one can truly understand emotions are a rising flood and the worse of all is regret all the what-if roads not taken I am overwhelmed by the unknown everyone prays for miracles the well meaning lean on denial the prayers are appreciated but they do not change destiny the wind relentlessly howls I walk this path alone I see the coming destruction the hurricane of death resignation is the final act I feel it rising like the tide then all my pain will find release