Last Station Poem by Nail Zeyniyev

Death — that door, that sudden, silent invitation.
There is no fear, no violence —
only peace, only tired surrender.

It is like the first soft bed
after years of walking a road of stones.
Before reaching it, there is noise inside you,
restlessness…
but suddenly — calmness.

Everything that isn't truly yours
remains behind:
yesterday's burdens, tomorrow's fears,
people's voices, their words,
the moon-bright eyes of the one you love.

Your soul becomes light, leaving its cage.
It rises and looks at the world from the clouds.
There is no cold, no darkness —
only wholeness, a sense of completion.

Your eyes slowly close,
and for the first time you truly see.
In fact, you die a little every day while living.

We struggle with life until we get there,
but it is actually an eternal harbor:
inevitable, unquestionable, calm.

The final station of the greatest journey.
We return to the mysterious point where everything began