I wish I had never let go.

It was getting harder to hold onto.

My hand is bruised from holding onto it all.

When life was bearable with little to no pain.

Now life is filled with pain.

My mother is taken into eternal rest.

My grandmother is taken to eternal rest.

My cat is taken to eternal rest.

My Guinea pigs are taken to eternal rest.

My hamsters are taken to eternal rest.

I’ve let go of myself to care more for my passed ones.

I am filled with emptiness and sorrow.

I know nothing of joy or peace.

I know only pain and suffering now.

My hands, body and soul are damaged and ready to die.

I will not fly, but I will dive instead.

The Reapers Calling.

He calls my name.

My time has come.

The Reaper Calls my name once more.

I am hesitant to go.

It means my pain will go too, right?

I’ll never know…

But I’m sure The Reaper will let me know.