Dying.

I can feel myself fading away,
Everyone their time,
But I silently beg, please, not today.
There is only darkness, I yearn for light,
I slip deeper under,
I know I'm loosing the fight.

Partly, the oblivion is bliss,
Though I long to see, to hear,
Those things that I miss,
I don't know if it's been a day,
Or a year,
But I don't belong here.

Somehow I feel like I'm sinking,
Then I spot something,
White, glimmering and winking.
I realise, they've been lying in wait,
Just standing here forever,
By the beautiful golden gate.

Suddenly I'm not scared to go,
It may not be my time -
that I'll always know.
Whatever comes my way
I'm ready to face it,
Day by day.