A Dream of Dying

At the end of life, letting go

Photo by Joe Beck on Unsplash

I dream of dying.
A wooden bridge, descending,
at the end, nothing.

Rain soaked beams tilt high.
I slide, gripping handrails,
climbing hazy skies.

My world, falling down.
I tumble over nailed planks.
Fog’s abyss, below.