The time of my end approaches, <br />As I shall die and be right in the rising; <br />Rising in the fire, my darkness closes in, <br />No pain overtakes my feeling, as long is life. <br />Let me remain a part of being, <br />Let thirst be quenched when brown from soil. <br />A horrible stench is in the air <br />Of the grave that is fortunate. <br />I have never been encouraged to trust <br />Much in the sympathy of my fellow-men. <br />One’s reverence is some tenderness, <br />I long for life in darkness and then light. <br />Will darkness close over my eyes eventually?<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-end-approaches/
