Unlike some, to me death was a
gift:
No longer to live pointlessly in pain.
Choosing death, I might have on my own
Let loose the darkness gathered in my heart,
Except that luck has seen the matter
through.
How simple, then, to let one's
fortunes drift
Away from one, nor care for loss or gain.
Remember me as one who, not alone,
Relinquished well my moorings, to depart
Yet not without a backward glance towards
you.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
Audio and Video Music: Sea of Memory. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.