Nothingness

So just how does it feel,
the end of life?
Not different from an ordinary day.
And wondering, I let my
mind go free
to conjure up
whatever it desires.
It fills with nothingness.
I cannot see
the end of me.

I cannot fathom what
the nothingness
encircling round my head erasing all
will mean to me. Or
if I'll ever know
the void which slowly
makes its way to take
the life that soon will wither,
die, and go.
and end the flow

So death where are you?
sleeping deep inside?
Or walking oh so close and touching me?
Or hovering above
awaiting when
the day arrives that takes my breath away;
the day you come to take me
who knows where?
Some place within,
the day you win

A multitude of questions
fill my head.
Just where will all my thoughts
go if I don't
awake and rise at morn?
And if I cannot feel
the brush of life
that surges deep within,
since I was born,
life will be worn.