Could This Be The End? Poem by Nametso Degratia Mooketsi

At the thought of it I tremble,
My lips so dry and cracking,
Like the Sahara desert that longs for rain,
With no words uttered I stared into thin air and wandered,

My eyes got teary as I blinked,
My heart pumped rapidly,
Faster than a lion's run to catch it's prey,
My head heavily aches at the thought of it,

Could this be the end? 'I wondered',
Through my mind it slowly sinks,
My stomach cramps as my heart's palpitations descends to the end,
All I see is blackness to the end.

Could I really welcome death's creeping hand?
Surely there seem to be no escape from this dead end....!