What is this?

Leaving here hopefully will be as peaceful

What is this?

 

Dusk creeps through the blinds

 

Like soot from a brush fire

 

My body feels lighter

 

No longer do I hurt

 

But I am so very tired

 

Why won’t they let me be

 

Offering me food and drink

 

No longer do I want these things

 

The smell, sickly sweet

 

Pervades the room

 

As darkness swells

 

I’m losing touch with this place

 

I wish I could tell these concerned faces

 

That I am alright, it’s ok

 

It’s so very quiet

 

I’m just going to close my eyes

 

It’s my time

 

 

Author's Note

My fathers passing...i have millions of words...and none anymore.

Reviews

[Onatah]

I love to see people's perspectives on what they might thing the dying experience is like. We will never truly know until it is our time, and we will never truly know if there is anything on the other side until we cross over (or we don't). Great poem!

[Robin]

big hug brother ...

[Michael of Gilead]

Thank you Marie....thank you very much

[Marie Harrison]

Oh this is beautiful. I can see the spirit rising when I close my eyes. Lovely prose. May your father rest in peace.