"Last Thoughts"

It's dark, though the sun shines brightly;
It's cold, though it is not winter;
I am alone, though people speak to me
With caring and kind words I can't hear.

It only took a second
For my sight to fail,
For my hearing to become deafness.
Only a second was needed
For all of this to begin.

I bleed, though I feel nothing of it;
Not the wetness, not the pain.
I am afraid but I am numb,
Not knowing how it should be.

If I would have listened,
Everything would have been fine,
But I didn't
And now, you pay the price
By taking the pain I should feel.

Everything is distant when it should be near.
Is this the way Death should appear?
I fought this war to support what I believe...
Tell me then...

...did I succeed?