the sweet release of total forgetfulness
the allure of opium eaters lost in no memories
lost in forgetfulness; without the curse
of bending....
will to the wheel for future countless
unknown revolutions; 'we will' chokes
when we can play no more where is
freedom waiting if waiting at all and why
the long or short waits; short or distance
timed journeys into death the final sleep?
vision is gone....
Farewell is so often unexpected?
no sight no sound no memories
slate wiped clean the sweet release
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of the final pages of THE DEATH OF IVAN ILYICH, in which the main character (a strong-willed man) begins to lose his faculties, and only then does he face the coming of death with acceptance.
Smert Ivana Ilyicha by Leo Tolstoy published in 1886. I doubt the local small town library has a copy but I will investigate. I considered myself lucky there were novels by Hermann Hesse and Kahlil Gibran there when I was a teenager.