Softly falls
the light of day
upon the sound
of your last goodbye
in comes darkness
from above
giving comfort
while I die
a shot in the stomach
a stab in the back
one real wound
one only figurative
this is not how
I thought dying would feel
a spreading numbness
thoughts of, "please, don't let me die"
too little pressure
so much blood
no one can save me
as you walk away
a black abyss comes
rushing in
any and all light
flees away
I welcome the nothing
no feelings of despair
there is no pain
in the shadows of my mind
no longer can I feel
the blood flowing out
or the uneven ground
of my shallow grave
and within the cold soil
maggots play
there will be a feast
of flesh for them today
will anything change
is someone going to miss me
if I were them
I'd rejoice
rejoice, rejoice
my time has come
the last heart beat
one last stuttered breath
as Death welcomes me
with open arms
and with a twisted smile
he speaks to me
"Welcome my dear
to the land of the dead
have no fear you will have fun
you and I shall get along
the others are waiting
don't be shy
after all everyone dies
why should you be different?"
softly falls
your last goodbye
in comes darkness
here I lie
the light of day
upon the sound
of your last goodbye
in comes darkness
from above
giving comfort
while I die
a shot in the stomach
a stab in the back
one real wound
one only figurative
this is not how
I thought dying would feel
a spreading numbness
thoughts of, "please, don't let me die"
too little pressure
so much blood
no one can save me
as you walk away
a black abyss comes
rushing in
any and all light
flees away
I welcome the nothing
no feelings of despair
there is no pain
in the shadows of my mind
no longer can I feel
the blood flowing out
or the uneven ground
of my shallow grave
and within the cold soil
maggots play
there will be a feast
of flesh for them today
will anything change
is someone going to miss me
if I were them
I'd rejoice
rejoice, rejoice
my time has come
the last heart beat
one last stuttered breath
as Death welcomes me
with open arms
and with a twisted smile
he speaks to me
"Welcome my dear
to the land of the dead
have no fear you will have fun
you and I shall get along
the others are waiting
don't be shy
after all everyone dies
why should you be different?"
softly falls
your last goodbye
in comes darkness
here I lie
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Author:
Cheshie Lendell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2017 00:33
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Comments2
Aloha Cheshie, welcome to MPS!
Your really well written poem drew me in and haunted me. Like how you wrote the beginning and the end.
Maybe it's my age, but sometimes I do wonder how it will feel to die. Your poem gives a lot of food for thought.
Well penned!
This is cool on so many levels. Willingness to accept death's embrace in poetic form. Ahhhh, lovely. We all gotta die, true that.
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