The Death of Me
My knees shaking beneath me – as I look ahead at the death of me, sitting on this broken rock, I will not fall to despair. Though my heart beats fast within me, Urging me to run for safety, I will face what may come, standing firmly on my feet. I will not fear or surrender, or beg for recourse.No… no… Let death draw near. Let death draw near. I will face it.I will embrace…








