Last Breath

Eyes closed.
A body that cannot move.
I lay in a box,
Soon my eternal home
Nothing but wood.

In the vast of my mind,
People and their normal lives,
Contradicting the cries of loved ones
Who I hear drifting by.

Like a tree branched out
Connected to the earth and air,
The need of reaction I feel,
But a woodsman has taken it,
And I was not aware.

No more springs will I impatiently await.
No more beauty will I be able to retain.
Happy thoughts and sad times,
Only those remain.
And then my last breath, which
So abruptly has been taken away.
Critters are now my closes allies in this partake.

Repeated I love you, refrained from hating.
Smiled to strangers, and always up for debating.
A list of things is said about my behavior,
Which was so carefully explored to give a proper burial,
But never changed the way it ended
Only pretended, that a promise of salvation was intended.