Help Me

As I walk toward the light of death;
My body asks for rest.
I can take no more;
I try to press on, but my will fads;
I fall to the ground;
The air is still, no one comes.
I lay alone, waiting for anything;
Then I rise and find nothing, not even the light is there.
I missed my stop, but why?
I look all around, and then, there in my hand stood the answer.
Why I can’t leave, I have a reason to go on.
For she is there in my life;
My beauty’s picture sitting in my hand.
And she is that has stopped the pain & my shame.
She makes me feel proud, as I shout out her name.
I see her face, and then from the darkness she steps forward.
With a glow about her she guides me into peace at last.

By: Brad Campbell
October 6, 1999