The old and the dying

The old and the dying
The constant yearning
For a little warmth,
A little love,
A little something
To make the days easier to pass.

The dying with dreams unfulfilled,
Wished for one more day
Just to dream once more.
Once our time ends,
Will we continue to dream,
Or will we be trapped in an abyss
Of eternal darkness?

My fear,
Our fears,
Of dying alone,
Grasping at straws
To have someone to hold on to,
Someone to quieten that fear,
That fear which eats at our souls each day.

Tbc