It comes suddenly, that feeling of ground

suddenly vanishing from beneath the feet,

collapsing on floor in as dignified manner

as possible to avoid fainting, while the mind asks

"Is this it? Will it be my time, like it was theirs?"

Two days in a row, knowing the beginning

while not tasting the end, the world withdrawing

and enclosing in darkness like on those days

where the existence bloomed suddenly

after all sensory experiences and thought had ceased;

one day it shall not,

it shall not, and there will be the question,

again, and the answer will be death...

13.03.2019