Death doesn’t faze me, the dying man said
It’s a welcome release
The end of this trial, he said as he smiled
He looked in the faces of those that he loved
Saw only their fear
Their own wish for life
He wanted to shout, the words would not come
To try and explain
That he was glad it was done
The dying man’s fight
Was close to its end
He saw it all clearly, no more and no less
A beautiful blessing, a gift from above
He knew what was coming
And opened the door
I’ve lived too many lives
To want any more,
Let them all weep, he thought when alone,
I know it’s my time to finally go home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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