Beautiful Death

A Poem by Trosque

One night I woke up from a horrid dream I was having, as I recall the events of the nightmare, I remember how it felt, I was dying, and of all the things I felt, happiness was most prevalent.

As I lie in wait for the darkness of death To consume my soul, and allow me to rest My life is lifting away from my eyes The good things, the bad things, of all size I finally feel it, this feeling of relief As my essence, my thoughts my beliefs Are stripped bare in front of me And right here right now.... I can see My own essence, my soul, my life Visible, all my happiness and my strife As deep relief sweeps over my tired eyes I see a beautiful wonder in death as I die. Death is not hooded, death is not to be feared So no need to shed any sorrowful tears Death is beautiful and lives in light She reminds me of the love of my life...