The Last Day

Half awake, barely breathing

I wait.

I wished it  had happened in my sleep

But now I am grateful

For these last moments of consciousness.

I get to say goodbye

To my memories.

I struggle to fill my lungs

They protest. Don't struggle, they admonish me

We are trying to make it

As smooth as possible.

Keep calm, the heart says

I am still at work.

You will know

When it's time.

I feel the blood rushing in my ears

Carrying my consciousness all over my body

For a final journey

Of hellos and goodbyes.

Feeling a little cold,I lodge a silent protest.

Don't worry,someone whispers

We are about to close the curtains of your play

And it's a little chilly outside.

I am not scared.

There is discomfort

But I know all this will soon be over.

But sad I am

Leaving behind the sound of my first laughter

The magic of my first words.

And the footprints of my first step.

I am leaving behind the words and rhythm

Of the songs of my childhood

The careless laughter of my youth

My heartbeats for my love

And my tears of joy and sorrow.

But I know that they are not lost

My laughter will echo from somewhere

My words will touch other's lips

My footprints will always be kept safe

By the earth I walked on

Till it's time for me

To come back.

It grows colder

The curtains are almost down

The audience has dispersed

Faintly the heart keeps on beating

Before the watchman

Flicks off the mains.

It's an end 

But a new play starts tomorrow.