Opaque Mist Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking what will my last days hold, will I be aware of
what's going on around me?

Am I to die alone or with loved ones, how will I even know
if anyone's there?

What will my last sights be of, will I feel happy or sad-
dened in a cloud of loss.

One that's taking away the only life I've ever known, so
many questions.

Yet no answers being given, leaving me in an opaque sort
of mist that I cannot see through at all.