In recluse of a quaint bedroom
With a ceiling that looks like a sky clad with stars
I lay upon a bed of agony
Waiting for my end to come and take me in its swift wings.A shadow has fallen on the land today
Heaven has been cast down to the ground
I am locked in a body that has ceased to be mine
No longer do I feel tethered to it but a prisoner locked in an iron cage.When shall the aches that rack this rotten vessel cease?
I am only a corpse who still can feel
And hear the sighs of family and relatives
Who all want me to be gone as soon as possible.I want to go away as well
It is too much bear the hurt
Day and night I pray and pray
For some force to come and take me away.Then last night as the clock struck three
My tired ears heard a creak in stairs
The sordid chamber blazed with light
As the visitor showed me their face.My face lived at its wonderful sight
Tears streamed down my cheeks
They took me in their arms and wept
Saying how much they missed me.Every pain, hurt and misery seeps out of me
Warmth unimaginable fills every pore of my being
I feel myself floating away
No sadness can take hold of me ever again.I am free as the northern wind
Eternal as the circumpolar stars
I live as the fire residing in your soul
If you have not known me, then you are yet to know yourself.~•~
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For the Dead and the Dying ✓
PoetryA collection of poetry on death, dying, healing from loss and bearing it throughout your life. Poems written for all those destined to die by one whose fate is just the same. *** Started: 1/01/2023 Ended: 29/07/2023