Wait For Nothing
I sat in the rows
Reading the book and the Stories
Asking for answers and for Favors
Giving an hour once a week Every week
When the day came
And I said goodbye to my Kids and their kids
I was at peace
Nothing to distract me
My body getting shed from Me
I leave with the light
I float up
Waiting for what happens Next
But nothing happens
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
No color not even black
A pure nothing
A pure peace
A peace purer than the death I experienced moments ago
I let go
And float in the pureness
Of death
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