Sometimes I close my eyes and all I see is nothing and I think to myself is this what it’ll be like when I go?

When it’s the end will I know?

Will it just be a shroud of mist; a fog of bliss?

Knowing there is nothing and that it’ll be a long sleep of which no dreams will peep through.

Knowing it could be emptiness an unfathomable state that’ll be sweet and true.

I close my eyes in the middle of the night and I imagine death, but it doesn’t scare me, not anymore.

In fact it frees me, knowing that after a lifetime to endure there will be peace, which I’d have earned after a lifetime of loves, regrets, things I’ve learned.

I’ll one day be gone, but it won’t be the end. It’ll be the beginning of my slumber and when that fog called death covers my body, I’ll greet it like a friend.