A Sea of Poems

Wild Wild World..

What wild wild world we live in..
Where money talks and trouble sells..

"Run. Run. Run. I can't stop running.. I have to keep going whether my body wants to or not. My feet, grinding into the pavement and it stings the soles of my shoes.. No. I don't matter, all that matters is her.

Oh if we strive to find the heavens..
Oh No
Then we gotta walk through hell..


My mind is screaming and my body aches, lungs on fire.. Can't stop. Can't stop. As screech around the alley corner, my shoes ignoring the wet, brown slosh that slaps at me. What will any of this matter if I can't save her? Almost running into walls racing through New York City, a vicious lust in my veins for shortcuts.. "I'm coming I promise I'm almost there." My pullover soaking in the night rain glistens, full moon engraving it's presence over the rooftops..


Well if we crave a change,
Why not start today?
And sing it out loud.

My breath steadfast as I abruptly stop in front of the structure silky white, with an illuminating glow.. The red plus boldly slapped directly in the middle, "White Planes Hospital.." "Such a graceful look to a place full of death.." As I pant loudly, trying to catch my breath I stare at them. "I'm here.." I rush inside, muttering apologies at protruding guests of the white abyss. The front desk is ahead with several loitering nurses, clicking away at keyboards or pagers. "I'm here for Mia Hathaway." A few quick directions without even the ask of my name and I'm running again, I guess the desperate tone in my voice gave her the hint. Elevator, out. Stairs, great. Climbing three flights wasn't going to stop me, I raced up each one, taking every inch of my energy to do it.


We're not going crazy
We're learning to fly
We're looking for answers
with both of our eyes

Biting hard on the inside of my cheek as I hurry down the light blue and white tile's toward her room, speed walking wearily. I grip the sides of the door frames of the door-less room. Glass on two sides is all that separates her room from the hall, white steel beams arranged to hold it up. A vicious ache churning in my stomach, swirling against the loud, fast thumps of my heart. A pulsing feeling flooding through my veins and wrapping around me like a security blanket.


Well maybe it's time
to tame the monster inside
Of this wild wild world we live in..


I stride towards her bed side, gripping at the sides of my pants I ease toward her. A ghostly lightness has been added to her skin, her illness not grasping but gently carrying her delicate frame. Her enchanting sea green eyes glassy as she stares at the ceiling above, glinting from the lights. Her dark black hair brushed back and partially under her, as always, her natural curls beam with perfection. I pull up my usual seat and scoot it closer to her bed, taking one of her soft hands in mine. "Hey", I give a small smile as she turns to me, her lips turning into that beautiful smile under her oxygen mask.

Wild world we live in...
There's a million pieces missing..


"I'm here, it'll be alright, I'm sure it is you're so strong sweeti-", she stops me with a small shake of her head. "No, it's time.." A thousand knives pinned me to that chair in that moment, maybe seven thousand.. "Mia it will they'll-", her eyes lower, giving me a look I knew to well, "no." My face softens, she wants me to give up the one thing that I've gripped for so long. "I want you to do it.. it hurts...", her weakness made it hard for her to speak, so it was almost in whispers, soft, sweet whispers for such dark expectations. "I can't", the burn in my eyes I can no longer hold back, welling with tears that cascade my cheeks. She lifts her small hand and brushes away my tears, gently and I hold it to my cheek. "You can..", she says lightly pressing a small smile to her light pink lips.


And seven worlds to fall apart
like that..
Well how can one man make a difference?