Fear of oblivion

I know not what it is that I fear now. I fear not the hastening of my death, and yet I do fear the increase of the disease. [6]

Now, slowly,
My heart, hand, whole body yield

To fear. Bed, ward, window begin
To lose their solidity. Faces no longer
Look kind or needed; yet I still fight the stronger
Terror - oblivion - the needle thrusts in

from Sequence in hospital: I Pain. Elizabeth Jennings