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