Final Visitor

He brings surcease of sorrow,
though an end to this life’s play.
his touch means you’ll not see tomorrow,
but you’ll hurt no more today.

Though an end to this life’s play,
forget your foolish fears.
For you’ll hurt no more today,
there’s no more need for tears.

Forget your foolish fears,
this visitor means you no harm.
there’s no more need for tears,
when he offers you his arm.

This visitor means you no harm,
he’ll be a guide along your path.
When he offers you his arm,
it is not out of wrath.

He’ll be a guide along your path,
taking you beyond all pain.
It is not out of wrath,
he takes you home again.

Taking you beyond all pain,
his touch means you’ll not see tomorrow.
he takes you home again.
He brings surcease of sorrow.
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Dedicated to my brother Duo, and to my grandmother. Those who need to understand such an unusual dedication for this poem, already do.

Edited: fixed punctuation so that it no longer appeared that my brother and Duo were two separate people and that the poem was dedicated to three individuals.

Just a small note:

Just so people don't see that last post and freak out, thinking that I'm suicidally depressed or anything: my grandmother is in the hospital dying, and is at a point already where only comfort measures will be given from this point until her passing. The poem was for her, not for myself. I am... mostly numb about it, though it kind of hurts that I no longer have enough feelings about it to be upset anymore... I feel like I've exhausted all my feelings about her eventual death years ago. I've more or less been coming to terms with the fact that she could die on any given day from the time I was in fifth grade till now. I used to come home from school and think to myself that since I got home first and checked in with her every day, if something ever happened to her during the day and she passed away then I would be the first to find her. Over the years that knowledge has just gotten more deeply seated and the result is that I have emotionally come to terms with her death quite a while ago.... it's actually sitting in the hospital room with her waiting for the moment it happens that is wearing on me more emotionally, at the moment. In any event, though, you don't have to worry about me, that last post did not mean I'm contemplating anything stupid. I plan to be sticking around and making your lives interesting for a long, long time to come.