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Not a Scream but a Sigh
This is how my world will end,
Not with a scream but a sigh.
A sigh that almost seems to caress my lips,
As it passes through them only to disappear into the dark of the night.
And though the sigh is gone and finished, as I soon shall be, its not forgotten,
For I shall always remember, until my dying breath, the way that it lived with me.
Through the hard times and the bad,
And through the few fleeting moments of happiness.
It lived with me until neither I nor it could live any longer,
And it was in that moment that it left me with a soft caress upon my lips.
As if to say that it was sorry that it couldn’t be with me any longer,
That it was sad to go, even though I was going with it.
For when I die, I will go with a not a scream but a sigh,
I will not scream to the high heavens; I will sigh and then fly upon the wind.
I will leave with that sigh and travel with it across the land and the sea,
We will travel farther that the eye could ever see and still then even further.
For how could I scream and thrash only to be robbed of breath,
When I could still my lungs and die with a not a whimper but a sigh.
Because to whimper would show that I was afraid and did not want to go,
And sigh would only help to show.
That I was ready to leave this beaten and abused body,
To travel with my sigh and see more than I ever could have with my old self.
And that, my friend, is why,
I choose to die with not a scream but a sigh.
