Death Nesting - One Day I’ll Be Carried Too

I’ve sat bedside when the breath turned thin, felt the silence move across the skin. No sermon came, no angels sang, just the body breaking where it began. I’ve washed the hands that built a life, held the ones who held their wives. Every scar, every calloused seam, says more than any holy dream. I’ve learned we end, that’s the only truth, no gold, no crown, no wasted youth. The flesh gives way, the eyes go dim, the grave pulls through. I’ve seen the end in all I do, One day I’ll be carried too. I’ve seen the children say goodbye, their voices cracking, asking why. I’ve closed the lids, I’ve tied the sheet, I’ve felt the earth beneath my feet, Spreading the ashes of those no longer breathing. Mortality don’t bargain, it don’t plead. It comes like water, like hunger, like need. It takes, it gives, it strips us bare. In the end, those that carry our memory Are the only ones to prove we were here. I’ve learned we end, that’s the only truth, no gold, no crown, no wasted youth. The flesh gives way, the eyes go dim, the grave pulls through. I’ve seen the end in all I do, One day I’ll be carried too. Every ending I’ve witnessed has been a mirror for my own, I’ve carried the dying in all I do, and one day I’ll be carried too.