Departure

The last time I was dying did not hurt this much; less pain resided inside of me back then.

Just before you die, all the sediments of pain raise and morph into a whirlwind which only intent is to leave you. That separation hurts even more than harboring the anguish, but this time I endure. After the agony of the detachment is over, the pain is gone.

If I could feel, I would rejoice. But, I can not; I am gone, too.

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3 Comments »

  1. Every time I die, it hurts worse. Someday it will hurt so badly I shall never recover.

  2. Jelena Said:

    Arguable. Some, for example, say that “pain is weakness leaving the body”. Those “some” probably do not suffer from arthritis.

  3. Oh cold rainy days, all my sins return to me.


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