Longing For Death

[Ponder]

It was a long and painful walk,
Before he wavered and pulled out his chair.
Relieved but still beset with thought,
He struggled with his oxygen bottle.


Now engulfed in a sense that comes,
Through ages of conflict and giving in
He looked towards the rising sun,
Willing it to light the dark deep within.


He cares for no more dawn to dusk.
He yearns for that place we are taughtto fear.
He cares less for what may come next.
He longs for nothing but his finalbreath.
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Peace comes in all forms ;)