The journey has come to an end,
weaving through meandering paths,
Sometimes alone, often with a friend
When one day, everything stops.
The wheels are no longer turning,
No laughter can be heard.
In the deafening stillness and silence,
The only sound, my beating heart.
Broken down, the end of life
shows itself in peaceful tranquility.
Death, your friend at the end,
gives you a hand down that final path.
Last breath released with a sigh....