Poem: Waiting

Is this the place you see.

The one that makes you feel at ease.

Then it is time to move.

You are too comfortable here.

Your body is no longer with your mind.

The two shall not meet.

Pain is no longer freeing.

The storm brings shelter.

That the heart is not willing to make.

You see the door.

Go death is waiting.

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