DEATH

Dying, and revelling in poetry.
The last leaf I've written on is fluttering away,
My last and blackest day,
Black as night,
I won't go down without a fight.
The insanity of self exhalation,
Megalomania until the last exhalation,
The sun goes round my head,
As I lie in my hospital bed,
"Not long now" The doctor said.
Life is a spiritual journey,
And mine is ending,
Trussed up in the gurney,
The morphine is mind bending