ObservationJune

You gaze down at the scene...

They do not know that you are watching.

Scrutinizing their every action.

You watch on as they make preparations.

Calmly cleansing,

Proficiently preparing.

They are experienced.

Practiced at their craft.

They move efficiently.

Working in silence.

Then the door swing opens.

Emotionless nods are exchanged.

Two men,dressed completely in white,enter.

And you watch on calmly as they wheel the bed,

Containing the body, your body-

Out of the tiny hospital room.

The one that overlooked the patch of grass you longed to ramble,

The prison where you have spent the last three miserable months.

You are taken to the elevator.

The two men and your body begin to descend,

Floor six, five, four, three, two, one-

Until it reaches the basement-

Where the morgue is located.

You know that soon there will be sadness.

That family and loved ones will weep.

They will sob and ask why.

"Why you were taken from them?"

And how they wished they had been there at the final moment.

Yet, little do they realize.

That you shall always be there.

And that after years of suffering-

And months of agony

You are finally, at long last, free.