if I'm GONE

Staring at the ceiling
Horizontal lines, Neverending
I think of the future
How it will be if I'm gone
Would they mourn
Or just move on
Would time stop
Or just go on
I'd like to think it will
At the final hour
My clock stops mid stroke
And my time remains frozen
But can I do it?
Risk being left behind
Risk being forgotten
Maybe
If I could attend my funeral
Would there be tears?
Grim faces on my so called friends
Or would the church be empty?
Save for my demons who miss the battle
And the suspense of my internal struggle.