I don’t know what
you were thinking as
your life was painfully
slipping away. I hope
and pray the unjust suffering
that robbed
all who loved you
of all that was you
suddenly
and forever shrank
to a fleeting memory. Lost
in the peaceful eternity
of your new beginning: the triumph
of your immortal soul.
Breathe in
the sweetness of your freedom.
Never ending.
James Keane lives in northern New Jersey with his wife and son and a menagerie of merry pets. His poetry chapbook, What Comes Next, was published by Finishing Line Press in 2013. His poems have appeared recently in WINK: Writers in the Know, Tipton Poetry Journal, Vox Poetica, and The RavensPerch.
