Death Sonnet

Flashing images from the flicker of the fire,
Disintegrating the stones in my hour glass,
Stepping into my ghost but not to get higher,
Embraced in this conflict for which we pass,

This small time that we have leads to panic,
Too many stars in the years for us to count,
Infinite time lines daring the physical fanatic,
A coffin of dust ascends to what we amount,

Nightmares of this life begging me to dream,
Flowing with the promise that we will all die,
Rotating violence ripping waves into stream,
My spirit has drowned with attempts to deny,

Caressing this book obsessed with it's page,
I equate my death like it's the end of the age,