Of The World’s End
A poem about being young and old
Life against death;
life, raw with power.
The way it is,
the way it will be.
The bones of the earth are strong;
they were here when I was born
and they will still be here
when my son is old.
When he’s old, he’ll walk this beach,
feel the sand between his toes
and wonder at it, as I do.
I’m not supposed to live forever
but I feel so young! No one told me.
No one told me that time would pass so fast.
The fear of death is commonly referred to as “thanatophobia.” It is a natural fear that affects many people and can manifest as a general anxiety or a specific phobia. Some people may experience a mild to moderate level of worry or stress about death, while others experience a severe and debilitating fear that affects their daily lives.
I am so far in the latter category it’s not even funny. Talking about death and seeing old people on TV sends me into a deep depression. I curl up on the floor, gasping for air, when I think about my loved ones dying and myself getting old. As yet, I’ve found no way to assuage my fear.
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