At the hospital bed, I lay down.
Unable to move, looked at the skies through the curtains.
Time had arrived, death is waiting for me.
Dreams, I must bury them.
Hopes, I must murder them.
Sympathies, I must close my eyes, pretending I'm asleep.
Now, I don't have to pretend
Because I'm going to the endless sleep,
which brings peace, finally.
Memories are illusions, which provokes sadness.
“My life was worthy”
Comforting with the lies, my wife sat near me.
She has the hope for the recovery,
which is worthless...
And oh, all her endless prayers!
Where are my sons and daughters I love?
Was I , a burden to them?
And with tearing heart I realised,
She, my wife is the only person who ever loved me.
And all of the sudden,
I dont want to die...


© anotherdeadpoet
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