My Last Memory

I’m sure it was a memory, yet so vivid;

I could see myself lying there

playing with blades of grass

as I laid on the warm soft ground.

Looking up I could see my mother,

she was calling me by my name;

her lips moved but there was no sound

and then she quickly fades away.

I wake up to find myself inside a room;

all alone lying in a hospital bed my

youngest recollection as a small child

and realize that I’m not dreaming.

So young, yet I was never afraid of being

alone, nor of needle injections or horse pills.

But things don’t stay the same and now

I can’t help worrying about everything.

Especially of dying. And it hits you like

a ton of bricks when you’re at that moment,

all of your memories good and bad; all

of your relationships and your regrets.

I’m awake but blackness surrounds me;

I hear panicked voices, but I can’t see a thing.

I feel a gentle touch and soft sobbing I want

to say something but I can’t; then, it’s all over.

You hope when your gone, people cared

enough so as to go and pay their respects

but who’s to say, you’re dead and the last

memory is like a dream, one you never wake from.

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