Dim Mists Poem by Brian Hairbottle

Here l lay on the ground
with broken body and confused mind.
My life blood is seeping
my eyes are weeping
Will my dream at last be found?

What bliss l feel
it does not seem to be real
My body does not more
as my thoughts try to deal
With the aftermath of the last meal.

As I lay there in the dirt
I do not feel pain or hurt
there is a deep silence
Not a soul is seen or heard
IT IS THE SILENCE OF DEATH
My mind plays tricks on me
please, oh please leave me be,
WHAT are they doing?
For what are they being
So gentle and meek?

NO I! NO! ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
I do not want you going
to all this trouble for me
For can't you see
I HAVE NO WISH TO GO ONE
but merely to pass and be gone.