I look at the dying body under the bed ...
Laying on his back...straight
With his hands under his stomach ...
His face seemed known to me
A sad and tired face
His breathing was almost nonexistent
His look was distant and desolate.
He was surrounded by people who was crying
crying secretly without looking at him
I asked them why they were crying ...
Nobody answered
A strange feeling enveloped me
I knew the dying guy
But of where? ... Why I don’t remember?
Suddenly he looks at me
A huge thrill plaguing my chest
His eyes filled with tears ...
But the in the corner of his mouth I see a smile
he stretch his arm in my direction
I walk up to him, trembling as never
He gets my hands ... and I don’t feel his
he looks deep inside of my eyes and says ...
"You are free! ... I'm free ..."
Then I remembered ...
That dying body ... that distant look
That sad face ... that smile semisweet ...
That is…this body is…
His hands fainted ...
Screams of pain echoed through out the room
I was dead ... I’m free!