In My Time of Dying

Palisades fall through the vastness of my vision. Unparallel equinox sooths the passing of my soul. Blood races infinitely through my weakened body. My thoughts begin to cloud. My heart beats are slow and heavy. Emptiness before my eyes. An endless nightmare of unexpected calamity. It ended suddenly and painfully. Yet in my time, one thought remains heavy in my being You. It is my last pain, my last joy, my last hope. My final breath is short but creates earthquakes in a land once loved. I am not remembered.