Life Or Death?
Life Or Death?2 mins 14.1K 2 mins 14.1K
Motionless I lay,
On freshly laundered sheets,
Now stained bright red with the blood from my aged body.
I shiver as I feel the cold spreading on my skin,
The gentle warmth of several hands desperately trying to fix me,
And the tears from several eyes unconditionally praying for me.
I give in to a developing heaviness,
My eyelids close;
But to my surprise, I can still see, as a white light glows.
I see a pristine land not so far away,
Surrounded by the ocean,
And filled with trees.
I see people, unlike me,
Who can walk through the majestic greens,
Swim in the rich blues;
With eyes that do not struggle to see,
With a mind that does not unwillingly drown in sorrow,
With bodily joints that do not sinfully hurt with each step,
With a chest that does not pound unrelentingly with every breath.
A tiny dark figure emerges,
asking me to follow it.
But can I?
For I would leave behind a familiar land,
With people who would be simmering with hurt.
Who is holding my hand,
Like I held his when I took him to school.
Who is tugging on my shabby pocket,
Like she did when she learnt how to walk.
Who is holding my head in her arms
Like I cradled hers the night we met.
The time ticks on,
My heart begins to cramp;
I have to decide.
Should I be selfless and live, so people can joyfully love? Or,
Can I be selfish and die, if I have had enough?