A Tranquil Death

I feel like I'm ripping a real personal part of myself and hope I tackled some of the subjects in this piece with the sensitivity they deserve

From above it’s hard to believe but it’s true. 

There being gently tossed by the river 

like a leaf lie a dead man. 

Out here in this hillside forest away 

from everyone he knew. 

Just like he wanted.

The past few weeks had been spent in silent self reflection. 

In a more ironic sense as how can you reflect if you feel 

like there is not a single thought running 

through your head. 

Conversation felt impossible 

and every step feels like lifting a weight inside his core. 

 One day he simply left without saying a word to anyone he knew

and leaving no note behind. 

A quiet retreat 

a peaceful death. 

That's all he wanted.  

Now here he is looking like one with the mountains.  

Hands slightly touching one another on the chest and a still neutral expression etched on his face.   

Author's Note

Please be as honest as possible