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The End
The morning fog thick and dense shuts out the sunrise coddled by a cool mist inside a dank breeze of fear clapping death's gated fence.
Each bang followed by a rattled chain fighting to keep gate restrained. Seems louder with each screech of a astute raven pearched on a scracth pole glaring through eyes of abyss deep into my soul.
The fear I hold is not for me but for my loved ones when they are told. As my time has come and now it cannot be undone.
Azrael's hooded cloak silhouetted on the mist I have just a moment to review this life with regrets of how I played my role ......what will I miss.
I ponder my life flashing before my eyes like a screen I stepped into just to realize how the pain paved the way laying down rails of track for this very day.
The images of my past flip like a picture book. The happy shrouded by pain broken beaten and abuse I took.
Scared of the hate fueled by the rage I locked up my mind and held my emotions in an iron cage.
Although I have had times of joy children and family was my only desire it came a left crumbling my entire empire.
I walked this earth in complete denial the beatings were gone but the spoken words of long ago were with me every step of each mile.
I have come to understand I am not a desirable man. Not of lover, friend or father. No I am nothing but a bother.
A loser with no chance at life. I make them sick with my site. I am not worth all the trife. How do I know...these words of long ago ring my ear telling me so.
It has been said all good things must end but what of sadness and sorrow shall live on day after day into infinite tomorrow's.
No... I hear the whistle of the locomotive of death thundering down around the bend rushing to take my last breath.
Stepping on to the railroad ties my soul screams and begins to cry. My thoughts turn to my children and my heart aches as I was their father but one with mistakes.
I see the sphere of the Mars light haloed in the midst of night. Luminous piercing through the fog my steps are deliberate and quickly turn into a jog.
Regrets are gone the light brighter clang and clacking louder my heart beats faster my pace now a run my mind tuned clear focused decisive... to my master.
I am hitting death's train head on no trumpets blaring no angels of song. Azrael you shall not take the weak only the strong.
© George Jodan
Each bang followed by a rattled chain fighting to keep gate restrained. Seems louder with each screech of a astute raven pearched on a scracth pole glaring through eyes of abyss deep into my soul.
The fear I hold is not for me but for my loved ones when they are told. As my time has come and now it cannot be undone.
Azrael's hooded cloak silhouetted on the mist I have just a moment to review this life with regrets of how I played my role ......what will I miss.
I ponder my life flashing before my eyes like a screen I stepped into just to realize how the pain paved the way laying down rails of track for this very day.
The images of my past flip like a picture book. The happy shrouded by pain broken beaten and abuse I took.
Scared of the hate fueled by the rage I locked up my mind and held my emotions in an iron cage.
Although I have had times of joy children and family was my only desire it came a left crumbling my entire empire.
I walked this earth in complete denial the beatings were gone but the spoken words of long ago were with me every step of each mile.
I have come to understand I am not a desirable man. Not of lover, friend or father. No I am nothing but a bother.
A loser with no chance at life. I make them sick with my site. I am not worth all the trife. How do I know...these words of long ago ring my ear telling me so.
It has been said all good things must end but what of sadness and sorrow shall live on day after day into infinite tomorrow's.
No... I hear the whistle of the locomotive of death thundering down around the bend rushing to take my last breath.
Stepping on to the railroad ties my soul screams and begins to cry. My thoughts turn to my children and my heart aches as I was their father but one with mistakes.
I see the sphere of the Mars light haloed in the midst of night. Luminous piercing through the fog my steps are deliberate and quickly turn into a jog.
Regrets are gone the light brighter clang and clacking louder my heart beats faster my pace now a run my mind tuned clear focused decisive... to my master.
I am hitting death's train head on no trumpets blaring no angels of song. Azrael you shall not take the weak only the strong.
© George Jodan
