Fainting

It was… a comforting blackness.

Like sleep without the effort

Of trying to sleep

There was no evading

No fighting, No interrupting

Not this.

It was welcoming

All enveloping

It obliterated all thoughts

Of anything else but calm.

And it seemed to last

Much longer than it did.

It was only afterwards

That the loss of control

Became terrifying.

And yet…

If death is anything like that,

Perhaps I needn’t be afraid,

Or at least not as afraid

As I used to be.