by NikoRad

Created on: October 27, 2009

Surrender for a Story

My hearts rips asunder.

I gasp as your eyes close.

There's hardly any time.

I never thought this moment would come.

"How," I asked through tears to a sullen white face,

"Do you smile even now in the end?

Is there elation? Do you see God? This joy seems a crime!"

I cannot understand this happy paradox!

"Forgive me that my comfort discomforts you so.

I smile only because it is an end well deserved.

My life has a sweetness that I taste now only in death."

Barely able to believe this upside-down reason,

I watch on with sorrow deep as a hole with bottom.

"I don't understand." I choke out.

Mind swimming,

as in a dream;

Then lose my solid stature to a barrage of barbed tears.

"You are very young. Worry not, for I was once like you,

Too early on in the story to be ready for an end.

Read on, I tell you, for your tale has just begun.

"However, my tale has drawn to a close at long last,

Bravo! What a yarn! But no encore do I request.

I am tired, and look to rest my weary senses."

"A story?" Disbelief. "A life only that?

A story? A tale? A legend at best?

Then with this idea, I think it quite sad,

That you smile when such an inspiring story has come to an end."

"Indeed, but there is another story ahead, one I am anxious to read

But until I go to bed and sleep forever, the pages will not turn.

It is a story many have read, but not I. Until now!"

Then without warning, pupils come out of hiding

To immerse themselves in the triumphant epilogue.

Eyelids flicker.

Final surrender.

Silent anguish.

A bookshelf becomes one book less heavy.

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