At Death’s Door
There’s a rattle in my chest
And a battle beneath my breast
No longer do I desire to eat
My body is wretched failing weak
But the spiritual me is redeemed
Have you even been in so much pain
You couldn’t whisper swallow or sleep
Pain that drains your eyes from even a weep
Pain that kills will and darkens eyes
And chills all who see you
I hate that look so pitiful so useless
Taking more than giving sympathy
Knowing they mean well even in despair
At deaths door I imagine the other side
The hereafter a simply an absence of pain
And the most refreshing blueberry rain
A long row of ancestors on either side
Ushering you in with waves and sighs
Congratulating me for time and effort
Music flowing with no known genre
Beautiful and soothing yet full of energy
Light so bright at the furthest end
Alluring encouraging like a lake to jump in
Beyond deaths door a peach peace
Waiting to join my spirit set me free from
Memories bad and good for now
The journey begins
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