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As I lay dying, flashbacks scuttle through my head;
Poignant points of paucity, when I felt feeble and frail;
Tears I shed, ordeals I had to undergo and anguish I endured;
Why so much pain and how did I survive it all?
As I lay crying, memories come flooding in my mind;
Of grand times when I was jovial, free-spirited and great;
Fears I fought, elation I experienced and risks that paid off.
Will things make sense? Did I deserve all that happiness?
As I lay breathing, vivid recollections of childhood draw closer and closer;
Age of infancy and innocence, with no worries and no cares;
Games I played, lessons I learnt and anomalous names I was called by.
Why did I not have all the answers, yet claim to be wise?
As I lay bleeding, agility and air elude all elements of my anatomy;
Missing scenic sights of wonderful weather, green grasses and bright blue skies;
Eyes always ogling at white walls of a hollow hospital ward.
Can anyone comfort me through all this psychosis?
As I lay hopeless, I see my life passing right before my very eyes;
Transitory contentment and emergent aches are engraved in every epoch;
As I lay in silence, I miss peace, perils and mixed moments in between.
Where is my home? Is it heaven or in hell?
As I lay helpless, I find myself submerging into subterranean sleep;
Sinking swiftly into that goodnight as I submit to my predestined demise;
As I lay dying, I look back at life on earth and everything inhabiting.
This is the day that the Lord has made. Amen.
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Posted by mantakana on 2008-07-21 05:40:04 | Rating: | Views: 136
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