Lying dead on the ground I witness my soul as the eye of the observer. Why have I not told those I loved that I loved them? Why have I failed to hold them in warm embrace? Why now the shadows of death, with no recourse to make amends to the mess I leave behind? To all those I love, I am so sorry,yet no way to deliver this message now. How I wish to be free once more,to give each the love so much deserved, shine such happiness into your life. Reflections of the actions not done, now to live on eternally,the door of recourse blocked. Forgiveness now my only solace, for the one now not to be. Forgiveness to love thy very self, as the love wished one had given when the opportunity was present. Humble in the solitude of death, lying on the ground,reality stark and sudden ,without the comfort of another day,another chance. Fly on angel wings to give,do for me what I did not. The morning sun so bright ,fills my heart in tears. The breath that now fills my lungs, so joyous and serene to have reappear. My visit at my inner soul,so real, yet now only a dream,let me learn the lesson truly, for all those that come in contact with me. Death will come again I know,perhaps next time the reflection of my soul will be as bright as the morning sun awakens. Because,still I stumble,yet I fall, -yet the breath still remains. Will I use it as I should? How will I greet myself in the shadows once more?May the result be not the same.