Terminal Bed

Lying in this terminal bed
Death is circling.

What a price for clarity
Wish I had this sanity before.

So much that I would do
Without confusion, without a single doubt.

I would give all that I have
Nothing would I own.

All would become transient features
In an evolving landscape.

I would be as an actor in a play
Removed from harms way.

I would watch the scenes go by
Nothing I would delay.

But here now as I die
Revelations dancing in my head.

I realize sadly that now I’m well
Only because I leave this hell.
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