```Dear EARTH```

I wrote this poem in bed one afternoon before the news got to you... I wrote this poem with bouts of life and death flashing miraculously before my eyes... My breathing was slowing and the people around me had their hearts and faces filled with tears....For a moment I felt helpless... I tried effortlessly to atleat crack a smile on my already numb body...But it was as dangerous as not trying....

I visited the graveyard inside me... Looking nervously at the things I killed when I was alive... I saw the my fighting spirit on the furthest corner... It's tombstone was cracked and spider webs wooven intricately... Maybe to send the message it was buried a long time ago...

Next was the place I visited frequently... It read heart... The path to this place was less bushy.... The tombstone decorated poorly with roses... And stained with tears... I was sure this was a bad idea.... I tried to revisit the days of my before... But I was afraid I didn't have enough time...

I remembered trying to write a letter to the one that I loved.... I remembered trying to rub off the pain of heartbreaks and heartaches... I remembered crying myself to sleep... And I thought... Maybe this is it... This is the day....I was too frail and feeble to write two letters hope you will understand....

My legs felt cold.... And my heart pace slowed significantly... I felt all the movements in and outside my body... Those that turned away as my eyes turned white....And my lungs couldn't grasp some useful air....

I saw myself cry.... Maybe this was the effect of feeling loved...Or saying goodbye... My lips failed to open and words choked....Those that will say I described a dream... Please take them to where you choose to lay my remains....

I relaxed all my muscles....And let out a sigh.... I saw how happy she was without me and I was jealous...I wish I had a few minutes that day....But dead men don't regret.... Though I wished it was me all along...Clasp my fingers to a fist.... Close my eyes and empty my thoughts...

I'm sorry I only wrote very few words... But I hope you will understand.... The angel of death robbed me of words and my life story was left untold....

His pen dropped on the floor and the pad he was writing on...On his chest.... Slowly he closed his eyes and his whole body froze......

©Hurt_Surgeon™

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