(This piece was written for a dying friend)
The future is viewless, that undiscovered mystery, and will I feel death’s lifeless wings. No one wants death, to know of ending things. Sick of this wasted body, the mortal strife, the pain of taking a breath. Now sorrow is the course of my life, my soul is in combat with death.
I hide behind curtained windows to keep the world from seeing my dying eyes, my face bathed in the dew of morn, before me a snowy landscape spreads. A world in which I was born, the world that will be gone from me, when I am dead.
I pray for calmness within me, please let it grow, before my wilted spirit must go. Life is beginning to be all too clear, I am not afraid, for soon I will be gone from here. Into the Heaven’s I will fly, too live with love ones who have gone before to our homes in the sky.