Dying Alone

Why is a person terrified of
dying alone? I know I am but
I don't know why. I have seen
the end of my life, as a dream,
and I do die alone and full of
regrets. I wish I hadn't
seen it; I might still have
hope. I've witnessed my own
forever solitariness and
don't understand how I can
proceed with a smile on
my face. Or even why I should
proceed. A person needs a
reason to proceed, doesn't he?
Someone to love, something
to believe in, aside from
self-gratification, a cause
he'd be willing to die for.
When the time comes, I think
the only the thing I'll be
dying for is for the hell of it.

(2008)