The Comfort
there is comfort
in
let it be
let go
let it be done
like you are in a ship
not bound for
anywhere
but death and you do not really know
what lies ahead
what to do at the last hour
when the ship
collides to the closing of your eyes
sad, tragic perhaps
but let it be done
let his will be done
and you rest like you finally decide
to just lay in bed
think of nothing
not even the next step
just being here and wait
till everything is gone away like an evaporating mist
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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