Longing

Here I am again sitting here alone
without a single friend
Tears sting in my eyes
Time flies as I cry
I know that my end is near
and I have nothing left to fear
I welcome death with open arms
The end of my life itself
will be held dear
No need for anymore pain or tears
All my crying will be done
I will no longer cry
for that one
As the last of my breath escapes
my lungs a new song
in my heart will be sung
One of utter joy and peace
Things that this poor soul
has been longing for

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