Gently, into the deep woods

Please! Do not offer No word of comfort No solace- Nothing. Regret is a silent, deep pool Still waters, dead calm Dark and desolate Black, cold marble where I lie prostrate. Bubbles break, slowly Between sighs Between every heave of the lungs Slowing down. Discarded, I lie Like a frog squashed on a highway. Dissected, the heart Still throbs, beating for a life already left. Upturned, all I see Is the black tarmac As I wait For the final flattening tyre. Yet, I know, somewhere above Stars glimmer and A moon shines. I know, some hand, gentle, would Overturn, and rest me deep in the woods. To wait, to hope Until the last breath Why, that’s what life is all about To hope for thy gentle hand! I see- The approaching lights.