A Journey To Hallowed Grounds Poem by Stella Sisanda Qishi

I imagine the final breath to be the hardest,
The longest and the ruthless
With the mind tracking back on memories
The joys and te pains but none like this
For a moment or so time stands still
All stands still
Amid the usual routine of daily life
And abruptly time flies
But life remains still
Struck by the inexplicable ironic amalgamation
Of sorrow and bliss
And before it decides which one to buy
Life is but another memory
Taking a journey to hallowed grounds
If hallowed grounds it ia they all see