A Peaceful Going
Life and death were different,
But somehow felt the same,
Swirled in his brain,
His emotions were spent,
Death seemed merely a curious
Phenomenon rather than a dreaded event,
There was no fear,
And that much was fact,
But what lay there,
And why was his sanity intact.
He remember trying to hold on to a door,
But a light pressure in his chest,
Caused him to collapse onto the floor,
He remember it being an odd rest,
He had difficulty releasing a breath,
But he knew life and death
Was indeed a perfect fit,
God took his hand and squeezed it,
Oh and he wouldn’t cry,
God was near,
He was content to die,
And he wouldn’t shed a tear,
Drifting through memories
Of those he loved,
His spirit was glowing,
It would be a peaceful going,
And he was ready,
He was all set,
But he felt no particular regret.
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© 2013 Frank Atanacio
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