Just to be dust

Dealing w/
an impending sense of
loss,
a stomach ache that
never quits,
death breathing down
my neck w/
no bargaining chips___,
wondering how
to deal
when certain plateaus
give way beneath
my feet,
hoping still
for a good day
not soaked in pain___;
watching as
the realm
surrounding gives
birth
to what grows
learns
& deteriorates, only
to be replaced by
another seed
to turn to
dust