Death 3 Poem by Barry Middleton

I know that I am dying
the doctors don't know when

I feel it in the season
I sense it in the wind

and on the harder days
I can grow quite afraid

I leave the world behind
and all the plans I made

I know I bid farewell
to passion and regret

and memories of love
and those I can't forget

I fear the pain of death
my home has burned to dust

I close my eyes to night
I go because I must

but still the wind complains
and clouds conceive their tears

as smoke ascends the sky
along with hope and fears