In my comatose
state of grave
soothed by the
blip
blip
blip
green line
cardio
mountain range
I have
for the
first time
in my life
found perspective
no longer worried
about money
or job insecurity
most basic fear
priority
my only battle
now is breathing
heart beat weakens
serious whispering
tears all around
in and out I fade
voices more muted
mystery priest hovers over me
chanting Latin incantations
I chuckle at the final hypocrisy
faint click of a knob
tingly surge as I convulse
last gasp of my lungs
darkness
silence
blinding bright light
Death came
as expected
but not a frightening
horrific visage at all
just a serene
gentle presence
bathed in the light
the angel
takes my
trembling hand
and in a soft voice
whispers in my ear
'Well done my son'
and with that
a feeling of peaceful
bliss uplifts me
my new friend and I
ascend out of this
world and
merge with the light
I am not in pain anymore
I am not afraid
I am at peace
See you soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem