The stilled voice; the raspy breath
A gentle beep and the smell of death
The eyes are open and yet they see
Far more than me
A small shudder as the devil tries
Just one last trick, one last disguise
This final battle is hard fought
But I don’t believe the soul is caught
One breath is calm, but then is gone
It’s over and the soul is sure
To dwell with God forevermore
But what about us left behind?
Are we stuck in an endless grind?
My best friend,
Is this the end?
To turn to prayer….
Or perhaps to despair
What to do when your whole life
Your answer to all this strife
Is buried down, down, down
In the cold hard ground?
Loneliness—now an old friend
How to learn to love again?
Many nights spent crying
My soul I feel it dying
Perhaps it is a lie
Perhaps we don’t die
But fade from lack of love.