In a room
filled with shadows
he lies awake,
Reflecting.
Regretting.
Wishing
If only the past
could be changed.
If only decisions
could be reversed.
Ever so slowly,
bit by bit,
life escapes
from his frail body.
The disease
assailing his mortal form
shows no mercy.
It is no respecter
of persons.
Through the open
window,
the sound of children's
laughter
can be heard
from the park
across the road.
The soothing balm
of innocent voices
floods his hearing
as he recalls a
more virtuous era.
The timepiece
on the wall
tic,
tic,
tics.
A cruel reminder
that moments
can never
be recovered.
He turns his gaze
from the malevolent
device
and through the
shadows
he sees
a black book
lying on the
bedside table.
His whole existence
he'd believed
that its contents
held nothing but
condemnation.
But, for some reason,
today,
it had called to him,
beckoning him
to take hold.
Hesitating for
what seemed to be
infinity,
he then reaches for it.
Hours later,
his body was found
lying in his bed,
eyes opened and
facing the window;
a slight smile on
his lips.
The book was open,
turned upside down
on his chest
one hand rested on top.
He'd seen beyond
condemnation
and found a
freedom
that released him
into eternity.
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