Disengagement

When told that you're dying
you think it can't be true.
Then you fiercely deny it's happening to you.

When days yield to languor
you think it can't be fair.
Then fear turns to anger as you become aware.

When truth begins to hone
you think it can't be real.
Then you bargain alone to make a better deal.

When sureness gives chagrin
you think it can't be long.
Then depression sets in awaiting a swan song.

When last held hopes negate
you think it can't be gest.
Then you accept the fate to take eternal rest.