Anticipation

I feel it coming, now ,
the slow,creeping,fog-like mist
shrouding all...
I can no longer see.
waiting , I hope , as it finds it's way
into this inner sanctum I call "my"life.
the story draws closer , now,
I feel it in my bones
another birthday, another year
when will it stop ? when does this end ?
I feel it coming closer , now
the end is drawing near
I hear it in the waves of time
i've learned to trust:instead of fear !