death

and when i was young
i would cry
from the enormity of the implications
of forever seeing
nothing
and when i was a girl
i would wonder
how others could ignore the looming inevitability
of their bones disintegrating
to dust and dirt and dirt and dirt
and when i was then
i would wait
for the moment to come
and softly take me from this world
and it was a refuge from my own hell
and when i was now
it's still there
silently watching