Relief

You dream yourself trapped
By minor horrors,

Bad debts, pet vomits,
Fraught obligations,

The general sense
Of unpleasant things

Needing attention
Immediately.

Life, the same old life,
Sisyphean pulse

Against entropy,
An endless series

Of minor panics.
But then you wake up

And recall you are
Dying, and promised

By doctors to be
Dead soon, and you sigh

An enormous sigh
Of relief.