Final Word

The sun has long set.
My heart goes
pitter, patter
pitter, pitter.
My body,
is its final hours.
My soul
is moving on.
the grass is soft,
comforting.
The cool wind
ruffels my hair.
I lay in wait
for the end.
The stars come out.
Each one reminds me of an old dream
gone
desroyed.
By my own hands.
I learned a little in this life
what I did'nt learn,
was how to love myself.
Maybe I'll find peace
on the the other side.
pitter
patter
My heart is losing its battel to stay alive
My vision is fading.
I smile and sigh.
pitter
I see the stars again
I am ready.
patter.
gone