Hell all around me, screams of good men done wrong.
Lying on my back, bleeding from a well-placed shot.
My sight starts to blur and, the pain is gone.
My body starts to get cold.
Then he kneels next to me, and whispers in my ear.
“Have you lived a happy life?”
I turned my head to him and said.
“I did not choose this.”
“I left everything I hold dear”
“My family, wife, daughter,”
“I am a good man, I lived to help others.”
“There’s so much I still want to do.”
He nodded at me silently.
As I stared into the emptiness of the strange man’s eyes.
I understood what he meant.
My body is very cold now.
With my last breaths, I smile and say.
Yes, I was happy.
He lifts me up.
The cold is gone now.
He replied, ” there’s always next time”.
With the most comforting voice, I have ever heard he said.
“You still have a lot to learn, you’ll do better next time.”
Copyright July 16th, 2020
by Andrew Kohrdt Patterson