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The Last Night
by
Jessica Sayer
This be your last night of your last life
True death at last in the dimming sunlight
Bitter cold greets your old soul this night
Your screams echo life an angered wife
"I'm ready, let me go! I'm ready, let me go!"
You draw your last few wheezy breaths
You remember your last few deaths
They all seemed quietly the same
But they all weren't this roaring tame
Silence deafens around you
A kind of penance that ensues
You know this is the end
Or it better be my friend . . .
Your scream cuts through the sky
"This was supposed to be the last! You LIED!"
Your enlightenment brings no comfort
On to another life and another court
With only the hope that it may be your last
Or insanity shall come only too soon, too fast
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