Eclipse

Stop these voices
They remind me of my conflict
Between me and what I have become
If the end of me shall arrive
It may not be on swift wings
Yet the fear is not of the end
It is the possibility of not dying
A survivor no longer fears death
His will is no longer overwhelmed by such niceties
He yearns for it, it is passion of being
Through all that is against it
Such is a writer
Relentless in his pursuits
Of creation
And all he seeks like me an end
Will this be or not is not a wonder
It is a choice
Of wanting to know neither
Only to wake up as dust
That disperses in the storm of life