My heart goes out to his family and friends…for those are the ones who suffer.

When cruel time only clings
to forgotten memories
these things long remembered
are perfunctory words upon the breeze.

Oh how I rail against this death
with my bones and with my breath
I am tortured in the stife
Of this pretending of a life.

I am tired but I am wired
to live my very last gasp
but when the end finally comes
it’s a concept hard to grasp.

I am afraid of life.
I am afraid of death.
I am……….afraid.