A passing look from nighttime’s backseat ride.
A grassy knoll where none in darkness pass.
A perfect spot the world to cast aside
and end in such a silent dewy grass.
I’ve plenty little pills to do the deed
Of easing pain and slow my labored breath.
Just lay back down and feel my life recede.
Dissolving in the foggy white of death.
I have no need of tears or pleads to gods
No flailing arms will rob me of this rest
No interrupting friends with helpful prods
Just calm in knowing this is for the best.
The image disappears.
The car moves on.
My momentary reverie is gone.
