ALIVE OR DEAD

ROADS AND RUSH

Is it death?

It isn't that bad.

From the roads and rush

Horns and noise,

To this serenity

And eternal silence .

Time to rest

As the sun within me sets,

My time on earth ceases.

They will be fine, I hope

My love , don't you cry

Take care of my little angels

Strange reluctance

Throughout my body.

Too tired to open my eyes

But I must see this,

New world

New life.

I see the white

I hear the silence

I feel the shivering

Across my heart.

The white room

The white bed

In between

I am the living dead

This isn't death

But surely is worse.

I see their anxious eyes

Waiting for me to wake.

Truth thrown at me like pebbles

Pain that I have to take.

As the morphine

Fades away ,

Burn sharpened from

Knee to thigh.

Heart crumbles in pain

Not for the lost leg

But for the coming days.

I wish I was dead

But a burden I remain.