Most of you know that my blog is where I work out my
creative moments of realization. Maybe this post isn’t the most positive; maybe
not even the most beautiful use of words, okay it’s not the most perfect moment
to heave the tired and weary words clouding my thoughts, but it’s all I have to
give.
So as I work through watching someone I love fighting not to
die, I find myself struggling not to resent being left as the keeper of the
keys. Lack of love or compassion has nothing to do with it. I love her so much
it hurts. But waiting for decisions, while completely powerless; is painful. Blood
isn’t thicker than water.
SUFFER NO MORE MY DEAR FRIEND
Skin clinging to bones like wet skirts pulled by gravity.
Muscles dissolved, twitching to feel life.
Veins bleeding for a life, vacuumed against worldly
experiences.
Breath struggling for a rhythm locked by forgotten
words.
Eyes closed, wasting the beauty between life and death.
Sparks of your fire keeps raging for more time.
Tell me what you want me to do?
Life’s unkind, bringing demons to your thoughts.
Mind won’t stop fluctuating between then and now.
Happy moments torture your missing thoughts.
Bones crumble and decay while shaking for support.
Smiles keep wasting away to bitter scowls.
Do you know who I am?
Bless this life, reduced to a reluctant player.
Aged to believe that suffering is for the righteous.
An unforgettable story of strapping death to the old.
Please resign in peace and know true love.
Be free from the prison your body has created.
Know the beginning of another journey.
Wake another without pain, without suffering.
Dignity is yours—my dear friend.
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