At the end

Now, at the end of a life

I look back and I smile

I see many friends

Who loved me for who I was

I see many lovers

Who loved something else

I enjoyed my life

I suffered what I should

See my cross, waiting

standing on hill worned out

I see the nails ready

And their power is overwhelming

Before the last step

A step to somewhere,

I seat down

Facing it all

This time alone

No friends

No lovers

No one

Pick up my glass

And sip

Sip the wine to come

Am I ready?

I drink some more

Am I ready?

The glass is almost empty

Red wine

Red

How can I cleanse myself on blood spilled?

I make sure there is not one drop left

Nothing must be left behind

I get up

And walk