Living

Like a silent companion,

He waited. And waited,

Until finally she showed.

She took his hand,

And led him out of the universe.

 

A little pain, a little despair,

A little relief washed over him.

He was no longer a part of them,

The ‘living’ as they claim to be

But are they? Are they ‘living’?

Not a word is spoken,

Not a smile is shared,

There are no relations,

Only a selfish conscience,

Living alone, among many others

That moment he left,

He sped off towards,

The comforting folds of darkness.

Stepping out into a place of light,

He finds life at last.

 

He finds life in the dead.

He finds freedom in heaven.

After all those years,

Of ‘living’ as they called it,

He knew he simply existed.