There are days that are difficult and I,
yearn for eternal rest,
it would be so easy to just let go,
as I slip into the void . . .
of endless black.
I want some peace from the chaos,
life is too complicated,
oh, wish for sweet peace as I let go,
as I slip into the void . . .
of endless black.
I want to see my mom, I miss her so,
have things to tell her,
big and little things, so I close my eyes
as I slip into the void . . .
of endless black.
I grieve my love who is a name engraved,
God took him too soon,
I was not ready, so yes I wish to let go,
as I slip into the void . . .
of endless black.
But, God has a plan for me, a reason,
a purpose he will reveal,
he whispers, be strong, rest, so I do
as I slip into the void . . .
of endless black.
A void of endless stardust dreams . . .
"Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light." - Dylan Thomas
"Go with peace toward the light./ God knows your time, and it's all right." - My persceptive
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best,
but that was a very long time ago.
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
At one point in my life, I’d been so blessed.
Then winds of afflictions began to blow.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
Bad neck, bad shoulder, hip, cancerous breast,
then something even worse, so I can know
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
How smug I had been before I processed
that each decade would bring me a new woe.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
Though Dylan with his poetry had stressed
fighting death, it’s not with rage I’ll let go.
It's fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
I wish for health to be again my guest.
This I still desire, but the sun sinks low.
Long life I’d wished for when my health was best.
It’s fine now to yearn for eternal rest.
The night leans close with memories intact,
old whispers drifting through a silent chest;
shadows open like a widening crack
as I slip into the endless black.
Old whispers drifting through a silent chest,
soft echoes rising from the years I’ve kept;
as I slip into the endless black,
the soul recalls the promises it wept.
Soft echoes rising from the years I’ve kept,
their lantern-glow a path I can’t protect;
the soul recalls the promises it wept—
I yearn for eternal rest.
Their lantern-glow a path I can’t protect,
old whispers drifting through a silent chest;
I yearn for eternal rest,
the night leans close with memories intact.
I'm so tired of this life,
Tired of all the day to day chores.
Now all I want is to take a rest,
Or maybe stop altogether and begone.
But I've some chores left to do,
A prison to guard,
A fort to hold,
A mirror to break,
A blanket to fold,
And a soul to crush, so full of mold.
As I close the last window and draw the blinds shut;
The mountains once viewed and cool crisp air no longer a must.
As I dim the lights and close my eyes to rest
Visions of my tomorrows quickly fading as if to suggest;
A new dawning beyond the horizon removes the hands of time,
Leaving just my capsule of this world behind...
In the silence, shadows creep,
Life's journey ends, we fall asleep.
A timeless slumber, deep and still,
Death's mystery, a solemn thrill.
Like fading stars in the endless night,
We leave this world, take our flight.
A chapter closed, a final breath,
In the dance of life and death.
In a slow, venomous infusion,
No trace was left to find.
The heart's rhythm started fading,
As the final breath escaped the nostrils,
The body lay there, motionless,
Pain drifting into distant realms.
In silence, unheard and unseen,
Eternal slumber commenced,
A rest from which there is no return.
Looking back at my life and how far I've come
Many joys a few regrets but what's done is done
Soon my journey will continue and I hope to be a guest
In that faraway place called The Inn of Eternal Rest
Sometimes this world of ours and its many woes
Create burdens so heavy that seem to grow and grow
We bend under the burden hoping to never break
With a smile on our face while inside we deal with heartache
Memories flood my mind as my hands grow ever more idle
As I wait patiently for that final trains arrival
That train that will carry me dressed in my Sunday best
To that faraway place called The Inn of Eternal Rest
Silence
All is quite there is no one making a sound
Peace
Here there is peace but happiness can not be found
Darkness
Pitch black is the only color you will ever see
Memories
Nothing more then hollow thoughts of what use to be
Pain
You may have felt it before but here it is obsolete
Love
As strong as it may have been even it can not survive here
Hate
You no longer have a heart on which to harbor such feelings
Faith
What you once believed in only matters to those who can not be seen
Dreams
They die with you unless someone remembers them and makes them come true
Whether or not you chose this path or the path chose you at long last Eternal Rest is upon you.
I’m trying so hard to erase this frown
For I’ll never know when eternally I’ll lay it down
Times that I don’t know
I just stomp and go
Never falter
How I miss the gauntlet so
Scramble my life in a song
You can say what you want
But I know there’s no place like home
For I have been alone, for so very long
It doesn’t just come to me
I live it
Several times a day
I’d be willing to give it
Nights fall
But my weary days still loom
I want the lights and all
But there’s no room
Highlights plague me
And my mistakes preview my doom
So I’m trying so hard to erase this frown
For I’ll never know when eternally I’ll lay it down
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