Tranquility's torture

DEATH
they finally uttered.
You are fluttering
between worlds,
in limbo with time
as we know it.

At least you're sober,
you tell me before
checking-in.

I wait at your bedside
finally at peace with
who you were as a person,
as a father,
as a friend,
and as my mentor.

I only wish you
would have known
what life might have
been like without
addiction. . .

Sweet Dreams