End Game
False Dawn's ribbon invades the night
Fear forbids to close my weary eyes
Drift off, away, never more to rise
What's the point of hanging on?
Should I give in, Let be done?
Riddled body... Lying quiet
I have said my farewells
A lonely tolling of Bells
Kind Spirits implore
Calm acceptance
Of Time called
To embrace
A new life
With our
Maker
From
Now
On
.
Copyright © Rob Bettridge | Year Posted 2015
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