Thoughts on Mortality, 3 A.M.
As my thoughts of death have become more voluminous,
idle reflections have turned much more numinous.
Vigorous fears of my shortness of breath
cause me to reflect on my upcoming death.
Derisory comments from friends that I’m fine
do nothing to quell these absurd fears of mine.
They’re turning me crotchety. Nerves are on edge.
I feel that I’m teetering close to the edge.
I’m Impervious to reason. These thoughts fill my mind
I wonder what sort of relief I could find?
My mind’s set on replay. I’m stuck in a groove
because immortality’s so hard to prove!