The calm before the storm, I feel the fear
That presence drawing closer, drawing near
With silent footsteps that I cannot see
I feel its icy breath move against me
Alone in darkness where I once ran free
I dare not speak, perhaps, no words to say
But within my thoughts, I silently pray
If indeed for me the time has now come
Then make it quick, hold me tight, take me home
For I am ready, and my soul is numb
Yes hold me close and be my spirit guide
I don’t see a demon, I see a friend
The darkest of angels walks by my side
For death is the beginning, not the end
©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Mathlish Sonnet 1
A Garret Poet 