Thoughts of a dying man

I cough up blood as a rush of pain fills my lungs. My body spasms uncontrollably as I struggle to regain control of myself.  Alone I lie, on a old wooden bed nearly ready to collapse in on itself. The pain reminds me of my constant suffering and I beg God in this moment for rest. To sleep forever in a state of peace. My mind drifts to my body long dead as it is devoured by maggots and worms under the cold earth forgotten. It is the one thing we are truly equal in. I think to an old poem about a 'Pearl' and how wonderful the idea of every man being king, every woman a queen. To walk in the halls of the beloved Mary, the only two being my greater. It is something my body will never know, but perhaps like a butterfly my spirit will discover such change and fly to a higher plain.  The sound of trumpets fade in the distance as my eyes close for the last time. I will soon discover the mystery that will come to us all.


Writers notes:

I am not religious nor is this ment to be about religion.  It is simply the thoughts of a fictional character moments before his death. While writing this the Medieval poem "Pearl" came to mind which inspired the direction of this poem. It is a first draft, so thoughts and or feedback would be appreciated.