THANATOPHOBIA
I fear that I might die But this is what I dread the most How would it feel for my soul to watch my wife cry? This thought is all sea without a coast I smell the stench of the rot of this life But how will my soul cope with the stench when this flesh rots in the grave? I'd rather live here, live through each day in strife Sometimes even a coward needs to be brave I fear death because of the those that love me I dread death for my own selfish reasons Whatever the reason be Death never has a right season