[07/20/2019]

I have Thanatophobia...

The fear of Death.

Some may say it's irrational.

But I think it's normal

to fear that last breath.

Occasionally, the thought will arise;

"What happens when we die?"

And I'll end up gasping for air,

A sharp noise ripping through my throat in a short state of panic.

Really, it's quite the menace.

Sometimes, my panic will be longer,

Sometimes, it will be stronger.

That usually happens when I think about it for too long.

And then I'll need a hug...

'Cause only hugs can beat fear that strong.

I have thanatophobia,

The fear of Death.

No, it's not the Skeleton that scares me.

Or their robe, or their scythe.

It's the thought of the unknown,

what comes "after" life.

Some people say you get reincarnated,

Others say you go to Heaven or Hell.

Some will say purgatory,

While others will say you hear bells.

But the answer is uncertain,

No one really knows what happens "after".

No one lives to tell the tale,

And if they do- they probably don't think it matters.

I have Thanatophobia,

The Fear of Death.

I often hear people say that I don't need to fear it,

That it will be a long time until I have to worry about it.

Some people tell me that it's a part of life,

that I should just accept it.

But I can't accept it,

my mind gets too blurry.

My only thought is the stop thinking about it,

to think about something, anything, else.

So I close my eyes,

I take a deep breath,

And I sigh.

People may think it's irrational,

this fear of mine...

But I have the fear of Death.

And that fear's name is...

Thanatophobia.