By: Leo Lawton

July 12, 2009

I feel a shadow overcoming me,

death creeps up and knocks upon my door.

Fear peeps in a bit around the corner,

as consternation walks across my floor.

I, somehow, sense the end is nearing,

nothing is just as it used to be.

I have this nagging thought of darkness,

a feeling of complete futility.

No matter what I try to do to change it,

nothing really matters anymore.

I know somehow my days are short in number,

until they finally total up the score.

Immortality is what we really strive for,

we all want to go on with life somehow.

It doesn’t seem like mine should quite be over,

but I feel death descending on me now.

I really doubt that very few will mourn me,

I found it difficult to make new friends.

To those who feel that once I may have wronged them,

I offer now to make final amends.

Now that the battle’s very nearly over,

the storm is slowly turning into calm.

To those who shall weep upon my passing,

I give to you the Twenty Third Psalm.