So very tired of wanting to let go
Not ready yet for there's a final word
voicing some thought that has not yet occurred.
These are the last four walls you'll ever know.
With luck you float beyond the waves of pain
you know are crashing somewhere up your spine.
You move, your arm is tugging on the line
blood drugs flow. And the wave will crash again
but you will sleep a while, perhaps awake
and smile because you're coming to an end.
Whoever's there will be your last best friend
The smile a grace performance for their sake.
Diminuendo senses all as fade.
You are no longer there to be afraid.