Death

What is it
To know
That you're going to die
Soon
May be today
Or tomorrow
Who knows
Laying, thinking
All the time
To make the best
out of the remaining
But then,
You know
That fear
Those faces
Of your people
Keeps you away
From your own happiness.
But what about those
Who have to watch you
Deteriorating day by day
Skin by skin
Bone by bone
Blood by blood.
Fast and knowing
You're not going to get better
Any time soon.
But they keep on doing their best
You keep on doing your best
Cause
That little ray of hope remains.