Slipping into Darkness

No more pain
No more worry
Ones I leave will be sorry
I should have felt more now

No more joy
No more laughter
Will there be an after
There should have been more now

Holding eternity in the palm of your hand
In one dream it was the brush of lips to a hand
In one reality it is little capsules holding death
Slipping into darkness with a last breath.

by Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit

\(o.o)/...© Janet Boyd aka Bee Spit 2000 - Present ...\(o.o)/