The Final Song Poem by Gentry Arnold

Please...
Help me..
Put my mind, back at ease.

Can't you see..?
Without you, I'm lost.
Without you, I'm gone.

I have already found the cost...
Never again, to see the bright dawn.

It gets colder....
Hurry..
I cannot give back the time, I'm only older.
Please though, don't worry..

I feel the ice....I feel the blade..
I need you..
The earth my bed, to which soon, I shall be laid.

Lord, what should I do..?
Pay the price, for my sin..?

But...I've already lost so much..
I don't know where to begin....

I have lost my touch.
Rolling, ongoing blackness....
Now my sight, gone as well.

Is this my test..?
Am I headed to hell..?

The blade again....into my flesh...deep..
Where are you..? I cannot see or feel..

I can do nothing but weep..
I will not heal.

I need you..
Come back..
Everything is of a different hue...
I'm dying, under attack..

You left me.
Alone.

My corpse, in a never ending black sea...
Forever; gone.

The hour glass fades away, with that last grain of sand....
Out of time..
No longer can I stand.
With no more ryhme..

My song, at it's ending....
All was said...
There's no more pretending..
Now; I am dead.