Death is the End

I watch you slowly depart

Every organ halts

Even your heart

Uncontrollable body secretions

Beg for quick departure

Plead to escape these institutions

So grey and white

Old and pale

Perhaps taken this very night

Frail pile of bones

In a year’s time

Your grave covered in stones

Prayer to your Lord

No more despair

These gates you migrate toward

Last goodbyes

No more heartache

Lost loving eyes

Join her in heaven

Your one true love

One floor above eleven

You’ve lasted so long

Your voyage has begun

You’re about to sing your last song

At the end

All that is left is death

As the angel does descend

Almost free

You are at peace

Where you want to be

© 2009 David Greg Harth

09.11.23.01:51:28@130BklynNYC