My Final Sleep

Many days I wonder

what it’s like over yonder,

on the other side…

A side that is not yet known

but still, many call it home

at the end of their life…

I sometimes wonder…

what it’s like leave this place

and enter my own space…

A space that is nobody’s home,

none except my own…

where I can live at my own pace

I sometimes feel…

as though my time is up,

when emptiness fills the cup…

Is that not enough?

The pain, the agony

…which you can never see…

Is it so difficult to breathe?

Sometimes the tough

Lie down and sleep…

Forever, they rest…

awake only in memory

yet, to never be woken again...

…Is this the end, my final sleep?

Author's Note

My first poem of 2015.

Reviews

[Moonlight]

Exploring the other side in this poetry... It is an interesting piece. Beautiful work!

[Cambion]

Sleep tolerates no end of fickle behavior from the living. When we wake, we forget the great gift she gave us; when we're tired, we resent the impending loss of our conscious pleasures; but when we're in her, oh how we love her. Perhaps it is the same with death.

[Lizardo]

This is a very nice poem but sad to start off 2015
But as always, Great writing.

[Cool Girl]

I hope it's not your final sleep. Then, I won't have anyone fun to talk to when I'm bored XD
Great poem, Brian! And congrats on it being your first poem of 2015!

[ANTO]

A deeply moving and heart wrenching write here Brian - deep and sincere thoughts on the question we all have asked at least once in our lives.
Is it so difficult to breathe?
"Sometimes the tough
Lie down and sleep…" - yes unfortunately they do - I have personal attachment to this line - it spoke to me of many friends whom I thought Life's battlers - who simply one day, gave up... leaving us with nothing but questions. :.(
Your heart and soul is in this -
To say Happy New Year after this seems wrong but I wish you the best this year, my friend.

[Brian M. Peeples]

Thank you for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Life is tough, and anyone who can endure it is tough, but eventually, we will all lie down and sleep, whether we want to or not. That's why I love poetry. It brings forth many truths, and places them in plain sight. Sometimes, people need a reminder about certain things, like how we're only human.

I hope your new year will be happy, as well. I wish you the best this year, and many more after, my brother.

[ANTO]

Thank you Brian