A Time of Reflection
I sit here, stiff with old age.
My hands tremble, the inescapable tiredness consumes me.
There is little left to do but think and reflect when one is old.
I have seen much death in my life, but nothing can prepare me for my own.
A guilty fear spreads through me. I should not feel this way, I have lived a longer life than most, and still I plead for more time. Selfish pleading only darkens my mood.
Of all the things I could want, I choose the one thing that not even I, the king of men, can have.
Time.
Time to see the world change, time to spend with my wife, my children and all that I love. It is pointless for me to waste my time on thoughts such as these, yet my mind betrays me and still I wonder...
What will death be like?
Will I still feel?
Will I still think?
Will I be forever bound to the confines of a mortal?
Will I return?
I turn to see my wife, one who was never meant to have this doom, standing faithfully beside me as I fall from splendor. In her eyes I see she asks the same questions, thinks the same thoughts, feels the same fear. I am not alone, yet this newfound knowledge brings no comfort.
I still will have to taste the end. I am fearful, I am sad; I am all I should not be.
No words can describe how grateful I am to have lived this life, to die in this state, well in mind not withered and senile.
Days pass slowly and I can feel my end approaching, I fear to sleep yet I crave the rest, but I know this cannot come from sleep. Only in death will I find my rest, and I am all too cowardly to receive it. The end is drawing near; I cannot rise from my bed. A gentle calm filters through me.
This is all that I never wanted. I cannot fear it now for it is too late. Her hand is in mine, she knows what lies ahead.
Realization dawns on me and I cannot help but smile, even as the tears fall from both our eyes.
This is not an end, but a journey to a new beginning. My love for her is boundless and shall be so until all the light in the world dims, and there is nothing left.
This is my mortal gift, both my doom and my salvation.
R&R!
SPECIAL THANKS TO LIZ A.K.A NABOB FOR EDITTING AND REVISING!
I sit here, stiff with old age.
My hands tremble, the inescapable tiredness consumes me.
There is little left to do but think and reflect when one is old.
I have seen much death in my life, but nothing can prepare me for my own.
A guilty fear spreads through me. I should not feel this way, I have lived a longer life than most, and still I plead for more time. Selfish pleading only darkens my mood.
Of all the things I could want, I choose the one thing that not even I, the king of men, can have.
Time.
Time to see the world change, time to spend with my wife, my children and all that I love. It is pointless for me to waste my time on thoughts such as these, yet my mind betrays me and still I wonder...
What will death be like?
Will I still feel?
Will I still think?
Will I be forever bound to the confines of a mortal?
Will I return?
I turn to see my wife, one who was never meant to have this doom, standing faithfully beside me as I fall from splendor. In her eyes I see she asks the same questions, thinks the same thoughts, feels the same fear. I am not alone, yet this newfound knowledge brings no comfort.
I still will have to taste the end. I am fearful, I am sad; I am all I should not be.
No words can describe how grateful I am to have lived this life, to die in this state, well in mind not withered and senile.
Days pass slowly and I can feel my end approaching, I fear to sleep yet I crave the rest, but I know this cannot come from sleep. Only in death will I find my rest, and I am all too cowardly to receive it. The end is drawing near; I cannot rise from my bed. A gentle calm filters through me.
This is all that I never wanted. I cannot fear it now for it is too late. Her hand is in mine, she knows what lies ahead.
Realization dawns on me and I cannot help but smile, even as the tears fall from both our eyes.
This is not an end, but a journey to a new beginning. My love for her is boundless and shall be so until all the light in the world dims, and there is nothing left.
This is my mortal gift, both my doom and my salvation.
R&R!
SPECIAL THANKS TO LIZ A.K.A NABOB FOR EDITTING AND REVISING!