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 © | Year Posted 2011

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Mehta Avatar
June 17, 2011 at 7:46 PM
touchy, profound write with philosophical expressions
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