how does it feel

how does it feel
when decades of dreams
fade into years
when death becomes
more than a scene
rehearsed countless times
by bad actors
in roadside productions of hamlet
how does it feel
when years of life
fade into months
when death becomes
more than a song
written by poets
to capture the angst
of another generations fears
how does it feel
when months of life
fade into weeks
when death become
a known quantity
no longer a nightmare
created by primordial remnants
of what once was a soul
how does it feel
when weeks of life
fade into days
when death becomes
another mark on the calendar
an appointment with destiny
which can no longer be delayed
how does it feel
when days of life
fade into hours
when death becomes
a folded corner
in the book of life
marking the pages

of personal regret
how does it feel
when hours of life
fade into minutes
when death becomes
a long lost friend
returning to this world
to accompany a weary traveler
on one last adventure
how does it feel
when minutes of life
fade into seconds
when death becomes
measured in the whisper
of tired lungs
exhaling one last time
before embracing the unknown
how does it feel