Awake 'Me' not! surely 'I' take 'My' fill
Of deep eternal rest, forgetful of all ill
Awake Me not; surly I long for Rest
I urge you all to honor this request
The Will is signed; it’s time to rejoice
Do not be grieved; for it is my choice
When it’s the time to give up my breath
Do Not awaken Me into ‘mechanical death’
The diseased heart will turn into blissful ice
The light I see beckoning Me does suffice
To draw Me closer to that blessed place
Where eternal joy will this pain replace
Heavens welcomes me with loving arm
Free of this Pain and safe from harm
No blinding veil to cloud my tired eye
Or bloody fever to silence my anguished cry
Awake Me not; I’m soaring high
And with ‘Peace’, I await to ‘Die’…
Max O'Reilly
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