The Last Caress

As death welcomes me into his bosom

I feel no pain or sorrow

With the implement in my hand

No fear to leave this land

My will is written

My heart is of ice

I smoke my last smoke

Write down my last joke

I sit in this open field

Death is beconing me

Will there be pain?

Is this in vain?

All I have to do is to have a gentle squeeze

And  I will be free at last

No more tears and no more pain

Nothing more to gain

I feel the caress

It happens quickley

I float and see Death

I see me take my last breath

And then I am no more...................

I can now honestly say that there has been a change and it is all for the better. I have gotten better. That pain, Yet still there is now subsided so that I am able to deal with it. I think one of the things that has helped is getting right with the Father. After I did that (shortly after writing this) things just got better. Now as I ponder my life i wonder how that is so. Well as they say..time heals all wounds. But to add to that..so does the Spirit. To me our Father is the true healer...if we allow it. And to me that is they key...if we allow it..for we have to ask in humble prayer for it...we may not get it right away..but in His time we will.
well...enough ramblin...its way to late/early for so heavy thinking in my tired mind
till next time
ex