My Death Date?

2022, September the 8th,
My death date.
This premonious fate,
That my dreams lead me to.
My hypochondria screams,
A condition I cannot speak,
Over a decade and a half later
And I still count each week.
Everything I feel,
Everything I sense,
What happens around me,
Validates my fears.
But now the years have wound down,
The weeks rapidly pass,
And days fly by,
Racing to the hour, minute, second; my last.
When all is past.
Or not,
And then what will I become?
A phoenix reborn?
Or a broken being,
With wasted years,
And lingering fears?

Leave your thought.