Into the deepest edge

the last poem

Once more my eyes struggle for the light,

Though rest is all I seek.

I fear death, yet I dwell in its world unharmed in the night,

While the mind turns dreams into sanity in my sleep.

The sounds of whispers and echoes and screams linger on in the hollow deep,

And my body is numb and weak,

Forgetting if I die today;

I may never get to see another day.

Let me be with joy and hope and feel no other way,

Let me be without pain, without misery, without hate, just peace; that i too may have my last happy stay;

Surrounded by smiles and love inside.

So that one day I may not be afraid to reach out at the hand that seeks to court me from the other side;

Accepting the journey's end.

And even though the naked eye can never see the real me.

I have not seized to exist,

I have turned into my essence and purity.

My flesh is like the water, my soul is the mist and the vapor.

What lies within me shall never die.

i beg of you; though i cannot be touched, never cry.

What lies within me can never die.

 

Author's Note

tell me your thoughts about my last poem