SLUMBER

At the end of a long life,

A hard, eventful life,

Fighting its demons to a standstill

Sometimes winning,

As often not;

Long, long, LONG

Unending, seemingly eternal,

Tired, exhausted, done in;

Oh so sore

Aching in a million places

From a million different aches

Nobody said that journey’s end

Would come to this

Not fading into the sunset

More like broken,

Broken on pain’s wheel.

For now slumber,

And for that time forget.

Forget the pain

Physical, psychic,

Maybe dream

Dream of a time

When life was a feast

Laid out before you,

And all you had to do

Was dig in.

But slumber is temporary.

You will awake

And feel again,

The screaming in your bones,

In your head,

Until that soon coming day

When this life ends.

You go to sleep

To wake up

In a better place.

-Chip Bergeron

 11/24/11