Morte

And there I lay, nestled in between worlds,
Found in a place of unfailing coldness.
An emptiness.
A weathered room in a weathered place where I shall not return from.
Before me, striked in grit,
A path paved in dampened sorrow,
A shadow of resemblance for a life once lived.
My final breath surrenders to my cruel fate as I too surrender myself.
It draws in me as a single tear wages war against all sense,
Shattering like a million imperfections into a pool of my own identity.
Taking away what a life has built,
What an ancestry has given,
And what will be forgotten.
The pieces of what is designed over a long life, of decades of turmoil and a struggle of faith,
A struggle of conscience,
Wasted youth and drawn out acceptance,
Stolen away at the moment of final clarity.
Before the long awaited grasp of a life fulfilled, just out of reach for senescent hands,
It must end.
If only in reach of true happiness will your person be no more.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of a near death experience. Here, however, the experience seems laden with regret and guilt. Many of those who have gone through the NDE report a release from the negatives that have plagued their lives. I guess we'll never know for sure until the big curtain falls.

[Sawyer Kidd]

Thank you for your response of my work :)