Last Days

Driving through this highway of no light,
Windscreen smothered with filth,
The mirror brings little respite
To see the lights flashing by.

Just enough to view the inside,
The flashlights are mere candles
In this road so dark,
The night so windy.
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Walking through the tunnel so dark,
The bright light incinerating slowly.
The distance unfathomable,
The darkness unobliterable.

Innumerable known faces,
Groping through the memory,
Have all gathered together
To guide the soul to sanctity.

Obligations to fulfill,
Desires to meet,
The long lost ones
Awaiting impatiently to greet!



---- a person in his last days...