This Is My Final Peace
Laying upon this bed,
I made my choice to die.
Though it has been great,
it is time to say goodbye.
When the walls of Death do fade,
the halls of Heaven will show their facade.
I hear the sound of angels,
singing sweetly, slowly,
enchanting all around.
I feel a feeling,
so abnormal.
I am at peace,
with myself,
and all my aggressors.
Down below,
my body sits.
Those I love,
now weep.
Do not cry,
Dear child,
Dear Mother,
Dear Father,
Dear that is Dearest of all.
I am watching,
from high above.
I feel no sorrow,
I feel no pain.
I turn from life,
and into the world,
of Angels,
of Gods,
of men before me.
This is my final peace.
Copyright © Paul Bailey | Year Posted 2011
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