when all is said and done

your deathbed

When all is said and done, 
when curtains close and façades fall,
who were you to live, to die?
To experience your life’s insights?
Share your heartbreaks, you must escape! 
Go tell the world of those mistakes...

Lay a hand upon your chest
and take another shuddering breath.
How does it feel to grow old and spry, 
reliving your final moments of life?
To have freedom of choice and the time to regret
your brain and its words, released or unsaid?
All of it — your life — was it worth in the end?

When all is said and done;
the track is over, you’ve had your run.
Who were you to laugh, to cry; to get up again and try?
To lie, flickering, throughout the nights?

You ran amuck or tucked away, wholly loud or small —
were you folded by the limelight, or standing free and tall?
Who were you, really, to survive it at all?

Close your eyes and sigh, don’t mind
the burning nature of my call.
Your final breath, the will of death —
you know time’s up for you, don’t stall.

Steal the moment, a wink, one smile, 
that weakening threat of emerging bile.
The wait is done, my scythe is here,
I’ll greet your beloved's sudden fears.
An uncanny stillness, a broken chillness, 
a flattering keen and their childlike tears.

When all is said and done, it ends like it began.
Not all at once, but slowly, surely — 
a process and its mystery plan.
Your timeline ended, stop the pen;
the ink runs dry, your life is spent.
You lose the setting, 
the warmth in hand; 
the room falls cold, 
an icy land.
You sink with gravity 
then melt in dread.
Your mind falls still;
at last... you’re dead.

Thanks for reading :) ❤️