Insomnia

Death is a curious thing;
It happens to everyone and yet everyone
Is afraid of it
This thing that we do not know about
This question that we cannot answer
Perhaps it is better that way, being unanswerable
Many would not be able to take the strain of knowing
Feeling in their beds whilst trying to sleep the
ticking of clocks
And the dawning of each new day,
Each new day closer to the last
When the breath runs out and the heart stops beating
and the clocks stop ticking and there is interminable