It’s coming surely as night follows day.
Experience, to end all, on its way.
Simply put, I’ll not be allowed to stay.
What happens happens. The fears to allay.
Flat out, gasping, awaiting conscious loss.
All but my face, perhaps, covered with cloth.
Last breath, last thought, slip into sleep; life lost.
Hard, immovable bone, as look goes soft.
The moment deemed to be unfortunate.
Consequence oft thought disproportionate.
At certain point, process will culminate.
Date and time no more indeterminate.
Position, then, of helplessness, utter,
Concluded with a final heart flutter.