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Take me away....

There he is
Yama sitting next to me
Gently whispering the words
That my marathon is over.


Time for me to leave
To leave my worries behind
That once seemed humongous
And feasted on my peace and happiness

The staggering heights that once astonished me
Are now nothing more than a speck under my foot
Peeking through the clouds
From the heavenly heights


To leave my loved ones behind
To leave a footprint on the sand of time
To leave a legacy
To leave my name echoing through the hills

Desperately did I long to
Hold on to that last second
While time slipped through my fingers
Like grains of sand trickling down the glass walls
Never to touch my fingers again

My final seconds ticking away
As the hands of the clock
Crawl towards the very last minute
My eyes well up in agony
Tears roll down my cheek
As a fresh wave of pain washes over me
Those times I had missed joy
Those moments I chopped relationships off
In these wrinkled times of mine
How I yearn they were at my bedside now,


Before I think of yet another
Chill darkness kisses my eyes shut
A kiss toward an eternal slumber
My eyelids in a locked embrace
Shushes the longing spirit
Into a freezing silence
Slipping into a slumber
And seals yet another chapter
In the book of Life and the universe.

I feel the pain slowly leaving me
Once and for all
The strained muscle holding itself together
Now a mere loose jelly
In a moment where frightening clouds of darkness choked me
The bridge towards the godly heavens lie under my feet
Like a penetrating ray of light through the gloomy clouds

As my feet touch the golden stairs
My soul departs and bids adieu
To an abode up high, beyond the clouds
While I lie six feet under.




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