This torment
This life
Is finally drawing to a merciful close
And it is wonderful
There are bright lights all around me
But, then I realize
They are the reflections of my numerous glass figurines
I shrug this off and return back to my ponderings
It is becoming harder and harder to draw a breath
And I know it is almost my time
I lay here alone
And smile to myself
Finally, I am gone
And the ending of my life
Is far more beautiful than anything that happened during it
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I always hope to have a peaceful death as an old woman in my bed ... and really, death can be a beautiful thing, because you know you're headed to a much better place than the one we live in now. Really wonderful poem!
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Yeah, I want to die that way too..not some weird way..thanks for the comment by the way!
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