What Will Be My End, a poem by Richard Ayling
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What Will Be My End

What Will Be My End

written by: Richard Ayling

 

In the dark of night, I often consider my end,
to the rituals and mourning we all append.

But to death I ask, will you take me before I have shone,
my world in tatters, forlorn and left undone.

Or will you let me be, to wither in great age,
share with my one, my children, their sage.

Or death will you be cruel and rob my mind,
take my body and make life a grind.

Oh death will I go alone or have people near.
Will they cry and will I hear.
Will it hurt or be relief, will I truly know my others’ grief.

Oh death I have no wish to hear my loved ones weep,
So all I ask is you take me dreamy,
in my sleep.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

This poem is my very first attempt at poetry writing. The words came to me in the night as I sat awake when I should have been sleeping and cover a topic I often do consider. Perhaps a little morbid, I am sure I am not the only person to have considered the questions within it. I hope it strikes a chord.

Richard Ayling

Richard Ayling

I am Richard Ayling, aged 55 and arriving late in life to a love of writing. I have heard it said that everyone has a book in them, so I am trying to find mine. I am currently writing the middle book of a trilogy that has been hatching in my mind over the last year or so. The journey I have started is easily the most wonderfully daunting, terrifying, magical, and possibly hopeless adventure I have ever tried. It is though something I am loving as a pastime more than anything else I have tried. I hope I will succeed in delivering a very readable novel in the near future.
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