Talk with Death

All this time spent crying, sighing, wishing on death
Depression was always implying  
Each breath i'm now relying on to keep me going 
Its undefinable 
Health deteriorates or Anxiety heighten 
Its indescribable 
Im puzzled, Am I dying?
If I could talk with death, would I try?
Its a natural process just to die
Lately my concern lies with
Never seeing my loved ones again
Watch my young ones grow
Grace paper with pen to merely show emotion
Without Im vacant and hopeless 
Find it hard to communicate vocally 
I write memoirs to express how i feel notably 
Nearly motionless in the entirety of existence
Uncertain on the extent of my wisdom 
If i had the privilege without resisting 
Id ask death to close the distance 
Stop time as I know it 
Infinity dawns theres no comprehension 
Just me and my atonement 
Pay no attention 
I don't claim to be a deponent 
Or have I any intention
Of rendering your perception
Im just a poet in a bad dream, relentless
Within the confines of my own conscience 
Departing defies all logical procedure 
If theres nothing, the speed of light moves in metres 
Millions of years soon feature 
And every noble execution that man he once knew 
Lies empty and lost in a beautiful confuse