I am not afraid, But scared

I am not afraid to die, but I am scared of death.

It's not the termination of life that gets me,

It's what comes after.

The loneliness in my grave,

The silence in my coffin.

The gradual slide into history and oblivion

The change of tittle from "Mr" to "late Mr"

The constant reminder of me twice annually to my family,

My birth date and my death-date.

I am not afraid to die but death scares me, 

The suspense of what comes after, 

The knowledge of nothing and the constant reminder,

The reminder of the unknown, the fear of the unseen

I was born to die, so die shall I, hence I am not afraid

But death!

The presence of the grim reaper, it frightens me.