The Better Place

I gawked at the sheet of paper,

with strange feelings tangled in mind.

Of what happened to me,

was still something to be comprehended.

I wasn't sanguine,

and discerned something was wrong.

I didn't care to read it,

for I knew the look on my mothers' face had the answers.

She wasn't crying,

or the feeling hasn't just sunk yet.

I looked away,

out through the window to the world soon to be alien.

I walked away from the pony of medicines,

to someplace where I would ponder of something else.

I was clogged by the pair of eyes,

that once taught me all about love.

A hug that mollified the body,

but the pair inside still untouched.

Her tears that wet the cotton,

seemed to have gored me deep inside.

Words that was once friendly,

seem to have ended their truce.

I searched for them in despair,

to soothe whatever is left of her.

I lied and said,

'Everything is going to be alright.

There are people,

better people who can help.'

I smiled,

and gently strolled away.

Months passed by,

and I was a foreigner on either sides.

I knew I had not long,

but to wait for the natures' feat seemed hard enough.

I looked in his eyes and asked again,

'can you help me be in a better place'.

Professional ethics,

was the toe all those times.

Pain seemed to be the only friend,

who could understand my need to be away.

I embraced my little comrade,

who had been there long enough to be a part.

The little memories that I cherished,

feels like a blurred past clouded with pain.

To leave the ones you love,

now felt better than making them suffer.

I have loved them long enough,

to let them go and let them be.

Happiness isn't the price,

but assurance of a better place was enough.

Loved ones held me with robust love,

not letting me off the hook.

But I have had enough,

and just wanted to let go.

For the first time in months I prayed,

to be away and to be in a better place.

The time had come,

I knew it because the pain had gone.

I was unruffled,

silence sedating the mind's esoteric corners.

Everybody I loved,

was with me bathed in pain.

Mother ran her fingers,

on the bald head of mine.

The cries around me was inaudible,

as if I had a world of mine to die.

And then I saw the angel,

who came to take me away.

The hand gripped by my love,

felt like it was misplaced.

I extended it for the angel,

and asked her to take me home.

She smiled,

and kissed my bony cheek.

Calmness fenced me,

something that I desired for long.

I could finally get up,

on the feet that no longer felt mine.

A final glimpse,

of all those who I ever loved.

They were crying now,

embracing the inevitable.

For reasons strange I smiled,

and walked away with the angel.

Finally I was at my better place,

where I'll brew with the memories that died within.