Fear of dying alone, a solitary demise, hesitating, the dread to prolong.
Awaiting death, an agonizing plight,
Growing more isolated with each lonely moment.
The notion of the end, a peculiar solace,
Even death’s embrace, a comfort we seek.
Success and fame lose their allure,
Loneliness overwhelms with a haunting allure.
In the face of time, achievements wither,
A symphony of solitude amidst life’s procession.
A stranger’s passing, a farewell marked by tears,
Never acquainted, yet sharing a silent sigh.
