Death has come knocking,
quietly at first and now with a shout
that rattles the planet –
My instincts are conflicted: for so long,
I have craved oblivion, but now that it’s here
there’s a fear that plays with the chemicals
in my broken brain.
Underneath this fear, there’s something inside,
a light that flickers and expands into brilliance
as I cross the threshold of agony.
There is no passing without pain –
it is the price of admission to
whatever comes after.
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