A Dying Man

tell the truth
gives up everything
and prepares
his final trip
without having to carry
anything

he sits there
waiting for the final shutting of
the light

at the core of his
heart
there is perfect peace

his hands grasp
the hands of death
in total harmony

like the way the
sun sets on the west
like the way the moon
enters
the hallways of
darkness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!