Quiet Goodnight

Wake me, if you can,when my breath
is short and my chest heaves,
I maybe wandering in limbo
outside of purgatory.

When the Black Sentinel,
the Death Monger,taps his reaping hook,
counting down the days
and hours to the seconds ,then takes
me while you sleep
unaware.

I will awaken you one last time,
without a rattle or a wheeze
to say:I understand the twist and turns
life has given you,its a part of our journey here,
there is nothing after.

I have no lessons or advice to offer,

Only to kiss you into this quiet goodnight.

© Catfish Snuzie