Dying

When it’s my time
I want to know:
what it feels like

There are opportunities
for second chances, but
this isn’t one.

I want to know
what it was like,
before the morphine
drip, dripping

And the rockabye
easing
out

I woke up in the
world screaming
What is it like
to end?

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