Death You Hold a Scythe Over Me

Death you hold a scythe over me i have waited for you there is no trepidation here i am a paucity of patience i welcome you the engine is long tired, hurting parts not available to replace i do not wish to shatter into pieces in some long race to a finish line i wish to leave somewhat sound free of this pain i have carried for far too long where once i was lost in play i suffer now across the spectrum i seek the freedom you are not a future burden to loved ones capable now of only menial tasks it is time to leave Byron was observant to the facts we are in need of no more roving reason and logic fail to see otherwise Death you hold the scythe over me you are the only anodyne that will forever free me of this mortal agony that fills my sorrow with the dawn where i slumber in the nightmare bring me the immortality with the memory of long ago escaping the cacoon wings unfolding the gentle breeze that birthed a horizon beckoning freedom veins filled with joy heart bathed in happiness my prayers now plead this must come to its finality Death lower thy scythe Death set me free of this mortal coil let me wander those elysian fields promised in my first breath and make room for two because the next one to tell me God may have one more thing for me to do will be joining us OKC 8/22 Last year over 60% of drug overdoses were those who medically suffered from chronic pain. In my personal life, I have known two such individuals. The ending is almost a direct quote from one and I fully understand its somewhat harsh tone. Such good Intentions rub many wrongs, believe me. Lately, I have been studying Plath-Assia Wevill-Sexton-Woolf suicides but those were different reasons involving depression, not pain. Some of those, in my opinion, painted themselves into a corner they could not escape. Sad because all of them were talented poets. I worked in hospitals and am quite familiar with the agony pain presents in many cases where the outcome is assured, death. I live in chronic pain and 13 years ago left the treatment with opioids behind. I had help in finding a way out but we all are not the same and all cannot achieve this method. More states need to adopt the avenues available as in Oregon....hospital rooms are a better alternative to overdosing in the streets. We are kinder to horses with broken legs than humans dying for days with a bag of morphine dripping them thru days of agony.