Dying

Dying
You see glowing embers,
setting sun in front of you,
You melt along the last flicker of the candle,
Dying, a fear, a feeling , a repression ,
You run a trigger, you see yourself obsolete,
In you runs a shiver, gnawing you,
A sense of thrown garbage,
a bundle In the corner, you disown you,
panic gripping you, the final call, you introspect,
what will be like my final journey?
I want to hug close my children,
Who will take care of them?
What will happen to the door
that will bar me from this floor?
What will happen to the entropy ,
to the cacophony?
I shake, why this sense of doom?
Let me be done with
when my eyes are closed in sleep.