my way of coping

I have a tear coming to my eyes,because it is poignant and true to methat this Paper on which I write, is going to burn up withthe mass of humanity that is fast approaching,it’s final extinction with the entire globe.I always prepare for the deaths of my family and friends,beforehand-if I am lucky enough to see it on the horizon-in a song or poem, during a long walk at night, I sob, alone.It is my way of coping. It is acceptance.I have []