My pain, I feel, makes the clouds weep
Helplessness slowly grows within
As I watch my life before me seep
The gloomy rain slowly falls outside
Even the ticking of the clock signals defeat
The day slowly draws near, I know
When my maker and I must finally meet
I dread not the physical suffering
The usual prelude to death
What I fear most is what would happen
After I’m deserted by my last breath
For I have lived a very long while
Yet in this time have accomplished naught
And there shall soon come a day
When my name, shall cease to evoke a thought
But within me I know, now is too late to lament
It’s only a matter of time before I’m gone
Then my remains will be buried 6 feet under
People will just say a prayer and move on
-Kartik Shastry
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