The last breath is always the hardest
it literally ruptures inside you
and forces its way out.
Making you explode in a million tiny pieces
pieces that will never be restored,
pieces that will cut others like glass
only leaving sorrow in their wake.

The end is alway peaceful for those going,
it is the ultimate battle for those who stay.
as you travel on to a better place
we are left here wondering what to do.
wondering why such a thing has to happen.
but you know, as you always have
death is not something to grieve
it is something to strive for
in death all the miracles of the world are discovered;
any question you ever wanted answered is right at your finger tips
and here is the kicker,
It is exactly what you dreamed it would be.

Your childhood fantasies playing out
right in front of you.
You are now the master of the universe.
For a moment you can’t help but think,
is death really the wonder you thought?
Emotional turmoil has taken its toll and turned you grey