Afraid

Sometimes in my bed I turn
waiting for the nightmares to fade
and to live again a life
for I've been waiting to exhale

I wonder what I'm afraid of
this life or the one after
for I  know none beyond the grave
but am afraid of the one I have

Afraid of the routine,
the mundane life I live
afraid that I will be
unable to live till I die

they say they are afraid
of the unknown afterlife
I am afraid that I still can't decipher
the meaning of life that Ii have

I picture myself in death
lying on my final retire
 afraid that I  still could not
understand this worldly satire...

- Amber Nagar
  4th Year, IT