Afraid

I’m more fearful of people than I am of death.   I’m close to getting what I need to exit peacefully.  It’s  a shame that I have to hide my intentions or face being locked up.   I just want the noise to stop, the mind to cease its chatter,  to stop being a slave.  To be free of my body,  cruel people,  and the infirmities of human kind.  A peaceful place to rest is where I wish to be.