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A poem inspired by the mysteries of death.
“Final Sigh”


The final sigh of life
escaping the once warm, soft lips.
Now like stones that have lain under frozen tundra for so long.

I lean in,
hoping to save that last breath in my lungs for all eternity.

For my fate is unknown,
just as every mortal soul, the captives of this earth.

I may never encounter the spirit of her.
So I savor this moment
as she lies in her eternal slumber.

My eyes may never see such beauty again.
The tranquil peace of nothingness,
after such a desperate struggle for life now lost.

Petty human problems which have plagued her soul for so long
have now been erased.
The troubles thrown to the wind in carelessness,
never to be retrieved again.

How I wish to be in her place.
Such selfishness on my part.
I think these thoughts as cold tears run rivulets down my pale cheeks.

What I would do just to leave
the pain this world brings upon us all.
The pain that I lack the courage to face.

How I wonder what lies before her now,
how I would be astounded by the images that would doubtlessly assault me.

If I was to see with her eyes right now,
To witness the mysterious afterlife,
I would have nothing left to fear.
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