Under this thin veil of a sheet
My body feels bruised, battered, and beat.
Worn down by the hardest fight of my life,
I can but barely breathe.
Still in a state of unconsciousness,
But ever so slightly aware.
In between stages of out and in,
I’m not quite sure how I got here.
Will God take me now, hushed as might be?
This, I know can’t be His will.
How much more can this yearning for life
Torment, ride, and taunt me still?
No one comes to claim me lest I die,
No turning back, not now it seems.
Can’t hold on much longer…still…I try,
Figured by now, this ain’t no dream.
I lie at heaven’s gate,
It’s too somber, too surreal.
My body feels weightless,
My soul flees somewhere to keep.
Can’t catch a break, not even a breath.
This vacuum of horror,
This stench of death.
Family, home, what else have I left?
Behind…me, I hear a calvary,
A throng of criers, mothers, groan.
Mourning what sounds like a weeping song,
Children, fathers, aunts, preachers moan.
They cover me with their promise of love,
And cloak me with their vow.
That history cannot repeat itself,
Too much at stake right now.
I shut my eyes this one last time,
I know there won’t be a revival
For me…but for many scores more,
I’ll have to wait for their arrival.
I’ve fought this march to the bitter end,
Yet death won’t loosen its grip.
So until the death knell rings for them,
My life will kindle their wick.