R.I.P Poem by wander angel

Everyone knows destination of life that man can't escape is death.

Although someone try to refuse it, but no one succeed.

Oh, my friend you are sleeping in front of me now.

Your body is like firewood, can't move.

The doctor said you died before arrived at a hospital,

Your brain system stop working.

A respirator helps you breathe.

The doctor comment that stop helping you

But a nurse refuses his command.

In the doctor's eyes you are already dead,

Even though I hear your sound of breath,

Even though I see your chest up and down,

Even though my hand feel warm when I hold your hand.

It hard to believe you are dying.

Death is coming to you.

Death is waving his hand and invite you to be together

But you are not willing to leave you life.

 

 ' What are you worried about? '

' How do you feel when I hold your hand? '

' Answer me when I am talking to you! '

 

' Don't worry about anything

Everyone knows you are suffering,

And they respect your decision.

Thus they do nothing only wait and wait.

If you would like to go now, please go, stop fighting.

You have to accept the fact that you are already dead.

Death is normal.

Death is not the meaning of a loser.

Do you feel my good wishes that I send from my hand.

Don't worry, everyone give you permission to die.

We don't want to see you suffer any longer....'

 

Oh, my friend

Sincerely I want to say Happy new year to you not go to heaven...

Please believe the truth,

' No one die, something happen, still and disappear.'