Sweet Sleep at Last
The wind blows hard,
The sky ripe.
The ground from under my feet disappears,
And I fall towards the blight.
The past flashes in front of my eyes,
Faded memories alike.
I fall from the heavens,
Seeing freedom below,
The ground just a barrier to cross,
Death just a toll booth.
The note that bid the world farewell for me
Now flies in the sky,
A few feet above the ground,
I see my final send off,
The world is a blur,
Color losing from the sky.
I had bid in my note,
Heavens witness my cremation,
That I be laid beneath the starry sky.
The world is a blur,
For the last time,
I close my eyes.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
Sweet Sleep at Last
The wind blows hard,
The sky ripe.
The ground from under my feet disappears,
And I fall towards the blight.
The past flashes in front of my eyes,
Faded memories alike.
I fall from the heavens,
Seeing freedom below,
The ground just a barrier to cross,
Death just a toll booth.
The note that bid the world farewell for me
Now flies in the sky,
A few feet above the ground,
I see my final send off,
The world is a blur,
Color losing from the sky.
I had bid in my note,
Heavens witness my cremation,
That I be laid beneath the starry sky.
The world is a blur,
For the last time,
I close my eyes.
The end that is accompanied with a feeling of being content.
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