Death

Far, far have I wandered alone. On roads, on paths, in forests and cities. Many moons have on my journey shone. Months have passed since I left my home. A lonely soul, passed long from its cage. A pain still cuts, latent yet strong. A spirit still holds me, to suffer more. Soon the end will come; to me it takes long. My body succumbs, my soul still stays. For it hears a song unheard by my mind. "Be patient; peace will come."it says. The Lord will free me as he did bind. Sunlight seldom comes, life it gives. To the plants, to the people, to the smallest of small. Hard it is to pass on from its warmth. But death is ordered to come to all.