As I floated in the darkness,
trying to find any trace of consciousness,
I let relief wash over me,
as I realised I was dead.
There was no more work,
no more traffic,
no more bickering family,
no more waking up.
No more listening to a fool give their opinion,
when the truth's begging to be said,
no more offended peoples,
who are hurt by a breath.
No more listening to my faults be told,
by being yelled at in the face,
no more worrying,
about any shred of "fate".
Then I realised I was thinking,
which the dead do not do,
and I felt the suffering wash back over me
as life dragged me into existence.