The Last Journey (Poem #13)

It is dark everywhere, with my eyes open.

Candle in my hand but no light to guide.

As I do the walk without any talk, I hear the silence from all around.

I don’t feel the ground, with my numb leg. And I am too old with crumb of hope.

I was in my sleep, is this a dream? But I am dumb to scream.

I feel the wind, glad I am not alone.

Let me glide with the wind, to where it takes.

As twilight shines, I see heaven.

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