His soul exits the premises,
body stiff,
lying there motionless as
the prayers sent surround
it trying to reel him back in.
There's no telling
when he'll return.
Eyes burn,
tears flow,
"Sweetie, it's okay
to let go."
Heavy breathing,
machines beeping,
time is bleeding,
"Will he ever return?"
My optimism is running thin,
patience is not my friend,
we're already two months in
and he's still being fed
through a syringe.
"Is this punishment for all my sins?"
The melatonin won't work,
for two days I've been
in the same shirt,
death is such a flirt,
"You can't have him until
he's six feet beneath the earth."
His skin is pale,
he's a hollow shell,
a dry well,
trapped within [himself]
While he's lying lifeless,
I'm the one
stuck in this eternal hell
forced to hide the pain
within myself and
put my feelings
on the shelf.
I really want to believe,
it puts my mind at ease,
but I don't want to grieve,
"Baby, please don't leave..."
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11/25/22
9:55 PM
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The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
